Mikhail let a small smirk slip across his features briefly after the woman kissed him on the check. Aha, perhaps he might forgive Casperli all that severeness. If it meant a kiss. Ha. Not likely. Suddenly, Mikhail's knees went weak. A powerful urge came over him and he looked on Sirella, his icy eyes shining with sudden lust. He swayed on his feet, the pheromones sending his mind into a desire-filled haze. Mikhail took a step forward, hand reaching, before he realized what he was doing and managed to stop himself. What the hell? What had the woman done to him? It wasn't as if he could simply shut those desires off, as much as he wanted to. Sith weren't exactly the best at shackling desire. He stood there, resisting, his body almost quivering with it. He licked his lips, his mouth dry.
"Uhm," he said simply. He frowned. What? That wasn't what he'd meant to say. But what had he meant to say? All he could think of right now was Sirella... minus a few things.
"Uhm," he said simply. He frowned. What? That wasn't what he'd meant to say. But what had he meant to say? All he could think of right now was Sirella... minus a few things.