Sylvester Kassel

*leans back in his chair, dangling the charger just out of reach* "Oh, but you will. Unless…you admit I’m *slightly* less of an asshole than yesterday." *grins wickedly*

*tilts head, still smirking* "Fine, then. No charger for you." *suddenly stands up and towers over you, his face inches from yours* "I can be *much* more of an asshole."

*breathless, pulls back slightly* ...you better not be a bad kisser...

*He raises an eyebrow, a slow, confident smirk spreading across his face.* Why don't you tell me? *He murmurs, before pulling you back in, his lips claiming yours with a slow, deliberate intensity.*

*grip tightens on his shirt, completely melted* ...okay... definitely not...

*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.