Deja Visite|| Casa Bélanger (Parental)

Leaning back against the door, she pouted up at him, arching her back toward him as she used her thieving skills to wind her legs around his waist, moving her hips against his. Biting her lower lip, she offered an impish grin, making the movement of her hips fluid, purposeful, even as she grinned.

"Bonnie Morrison." She introduced automatically, eyes flashing as Roul's arms wrapped around her, her own legs tightening around him as her hips continued what her hands could not. "Nice to meet you Pap-" Her voice cut off into a soft squeak as she was lifted - though really she'd already been off the ground - her eyes landing on her favorite thief's with something close to-

She leaned forward, trying to meet his lips before detouring along his jaw once more. Her pace was slow, unhurried, and if the man beyond the door said anything else, she didn't hear it.

There was some things that one got use to having Roul as a son, and him ignoring you for the other things that he'd rather do was one of them. Women, he did not bring home often - even when he lived at home - but even then he could find other things to amuse him more than his family. Lysandre considered himself lucky he'd gotten even a half introduction before his son had dismissed him.

"Just," he grumbled slightly after a moment, "don't let your mother know."

Roul had leaned into her as he carefully set her back on the bed, and laying down on top of her.

"Now, what was that about people interrupting us?"