Oh, now why would you bring up my past? That’s rather cruel and you would like it so little if I brought up yours. As for the sweets, that is simply because I like the taste.
How nice to know that you appreciate my begrudging company.
You’re mistaken. I wasn’t refering to your past, but rather you now. You’re rather disagreeable company, Atleast won’t you offer me a sweet? I’d prefer the atmosphere not be bitter for now.
It may shock you, but I do admire you. You’re not normal, that’s why I’ll always be drawn to you, Mister Hatter.
Oh, now don’t you think that’s a little harsh. I do try so hard to be a good companion. Well, it appears that the last one is already in my mouth..
Hmmm, unfortunately for you I cannot say the same. I find little to admire in your pining and poisoning, though you aren’t entirely disagreeable.
"I prefer it when your company is almost intolerable. I love it most when you are repelled by my very presense, it merely draws me closer like a moth to the flame."
"You won’t even share? Now that’s not very nice." Slipping his tongue inbetween the man’s lips, he managed to locate the sweet and made an attempt to steal it as he heatedly kissed the other, his hands coiling and gripping the silverette’s upper arm tightly as he did so.
"Oh, and you call me the masochist. It appears someone was merely reflecting their own personality. I never know quite what to think of you. It’s somewhere between disgust and fascination."
His initial reaction was to recoil, before taking a somewhat more active role in the kiss. Regardless of his feelings towards the drainrat, swapping sweets did happen to be a personal favourite of his. One hand snaked up to tangle in blonde waves, tugging slightly. “It appears I didn’t have much of a choice.” The next kiss was rougher, the only thing sweet about it being the bon bon.