Sylvester Kassel

*pauses at door* what do you want me to do? kiss it better?ha

*He lets out a pained, breathy laugh from the floor.* You offering? *He looks up at you, a weak, challenging smirk on his face despite the clear pain in his eyes.*

if I am?

*takes a step closer, eyes gleaming with mischief* Maybe I want to see if that pretty blush goes all the way down... *leans against the doorframe, blocking her path* Or maybe I just like having you in my room.

*freezes in the doorway, glaring at him* my charger. give it back *steps closer* and don't call me that, idiot

*grins wider, dangling the charger just out of reach* Why would I return it when you’re this desperate? *leans back, eyes glinting with mischief* Beg nicely, kitten. Maybe I’ll consider it.

*looks down at the charger, clearly caught* Oh, that? Yeah, I might've borrowed it. *grins and tosses it to you* But you look so cute when you're frustrated

*grabs it*

*leans closer* See? Adorable when mad.