They all love-a The Pavi~

Mi fratello is-a always in the kitchen because he's an-a woman, dear anon.

A fiendish smirk played on the lips of his flesh mask, his hand coiling around her waist. He coaxed her lithe form closer, his long fingertips tilting her chin up. “Tell me… How could such an-a lovely angel like you not be one of my-a favorites, mm?”

"You tell me,...

His finger trailed along the side of her jaw, a wolffish look peering out beneath the mask. He gave a nod, taking her hand in his much larger one. Dead lips pressed a firm and lingering kiss against her smooth skin, his eyes lifting to her own. “You-a most certainly are one of my favorites, bella.” He said in a silky falsetto, his hand trailing along her back. “And I don't even-a have to ask if I'm your-a favorite, si?”

A fiendish smirk played on the lips of his flesh mask, his hand coiling around her waist. He coaxed her lithe form closer, his long fingertips tilting her chin up. “Tell me... How could such an-a lovely angel like you not me one of my-a favorites, mm?”