[Poggio]

He curled his arm under his head and smiled at the twin pair of eyes. The other fingers curled around his glass and lifted them to his lips allowing only a small drop of the liquid to past. "And you Monseur Ambrosia Garagrin are many adjectives. " His fingers traveled beyond the lips touching the side of the freckled face before falling through the crimson curls. As he drew back he stole a piece of sliced Hailibit between two of his fingers. He offered it to the puckered lips. "I think I like charming most of all."