Flame often contemplated her thoughts and actions, wondering what exactly determined the purity of her heart when continuous fantasies of bedding other men had crossed her mind throughout most recent days which persisted even after confessing her love to Nicodemus and seeking to bear his child, beaming with happiness back then nothing could ever hope to exceed the radiant bliss pumping through her veins the moment he returned her affection in equal measures.

She wanted to have sex with Roc badly and went through with it without a single shred of regret to trouble her stream of thought ever since, merely paying the more or less affordable price by getting caught though hopefully not much more would come of Spencer and his observations that night. Had the Fae known that the exotic beauty secretly wished to give herself unto the formidable Dragon as well whose acting skills went far beyond her own, he might've thought of her as even more of a shameless woman than he already did.

Nothing they did, however, could possibly result in children and perhaps that fact alone aided in her effort to retain control over the Flame Serpent, not to mention that the Dwarf pursued the fondness she displayed in the knowledge that his female companion shared feelings with the Angel regardless of their relationship.

The red haired vixen feared that in conclusion all of her potential partners and those blessed with her presence in the bedroom would feel cheated in their own way, that Flame had exploited them and had given them false hopes throughout their time together, but ultimately she tried to make her take on the situation abundantly clear in the sense that they may not wind up together though what intimacy they shared had been treasured dearly.

Bryne on the other hand appeared to be lonely, secluded more or less by choice unless the tales about the Forgotten Four she'd known simply weren't true and had taken to dealing with his enslaved Fire Memphit instead, but to think that aside from the Paraelement of Magma he himself indulged in Smoke as well had been a far more awe-inspiring notion. "He does seem very powerful .. I wasn't even aware that anyone could ever hope to draw upon more than a single Paraelement, simply remarkable."

Thankfully Whitney understood without needing more than the slightest hint, playing along which undoubtedly got them closer to reading the tome. Personally Flame thought that by retrieving Abdul most of their concerns regarding the Forgotten Four would cease to exist and his assistance would suffice to hinder the progress of the witch until Nicodemus had been strong enough to dispose of her, but further intelligence couldn't hurt and the power struggle within their assembly turned out to be an interesting detail.

"Ohhh, I cannot thank you enough for giving me the opportunity to read one of his books." She exlaimed in an excited squeal, carefully picking up the precious scriptures. Despite the extraordinarily detailed nature of his notes they would prepare the red head for what they were going to face in their engagement with Bryne, most likely the strongest of the four in the entire group though she didn't think of learning them herself, not straight away given her limited time here and less than adequate surroundings.

Inferno unmistakably served to summon several elemental servants which supported the caster in his or her endeavors while shielding him from any less favorable effects of the same spell such as setting an area ablaze with fire whereas Flames of Purity had taken the sorceress a moment or two to think about its true purpose while skimming through the pages. "I'm afraid I don't understand what anyone would hope to achieve with the Flames of Purity."

Flame surmised that demons and golems were ideal targets for the spell without considering impure or downright diabolic humans themselves, but in the case of Constructs she wasn't entirely certain whether or not many possessed souls if any at all aside from the young woman herself, pondering on the meaning of his research in that regard with the knowledge that it occured recently although she couldn't quite assess the productivity of his spell. "Unless he plans on engaging demons or severely evil individuals I highly doubt it'll be of much use to him."

She turned to Cinder, curious as to why his Master indulged himself in the matter. "Do you have any idea why he would fabricate such a spell?"

“Normally one can't and he won't technically have all the goodies of the specialization but by mastering the element of Air then Zephyr has only a slight advantage on him. The greatest advantage is being able to summon the Smog Serpent. But if he learns it he can at least teach Air and Fire to give an apprentice a gentle nudge to walk that path. He can get rid of Zephyr then and have someone to take over too. I'm not sure if that's his plan or not though it seems implied since he's taking the steps necessary to master these spells.”

Cinder freely explained.

Whitney played along and the Memphit did not seem suspicious in the least probably just assuming here for the most part rather than looking into the matter too deeply. Matters did not oppose his senses and beliefs so Cinder did not question it.

He allowed them to draw closer to the tome and have a look through the magical contents and the theories therein.

“Oh, the Flames of Purity. It doesn't get much use but is potent. If you cast it against evil creatures you can incinerate them. Dead. But that was just one of two of the uses. See Bryne is an orphan. He told me about his home. There was a Demonologist who tried to conjure a Demon or should I say did but broke out of his containment and summoned numerous Demons.

“Over night the people were either possessed or slaughtered and a young Bryne developed the spell to use against possessed beings but found that it had the side effect of consuming evil wholly which he did not realize at the time. Most people would get cleansed, the Demon destroyed by a rather unique exorcism. But if the person was evil with Demonic influence they still got consumed.

“Simply put it's an exorcist that leaves the recipient cleansed. Either the Demon is dispelled back to the Abyss or is consumed if they refuse to abandon the body.

“That is why he generated it early on though he still consults it from time to time.”

Whitney grinned. “I believe I know the answer why my dear. Give it care thought.” Cinder missed it though he was thinking about the Demon banishing spell then a theory began to develop. It was the wrong theory of course but a theory nevertheless.

“Do you have it now? I could be wrong of course but it makes the most sense to me. Bryne. The Forgotten Four ...” He gave her a bit of a clue to see if she caught on. Cinder's thoughts were reconfirmed though they were still just as wrong.

She had conflicting thoughts about the past of someone they opposed, whether to feel pity or not for the man whose life had been turned upside down literally over night and yet the fiery blossom listened to the tale, learning more about the spell in the process.

Certainly the wisest of the three Whitney soon chimed in with the notion of having discovered the possible meaning of their subject of discussion, trying to point his female companion in the right direction.

"Hmm .. Let me think .." Flame thought deeply into the matter, skimming through the available information in consideration of the spell and whatever else her companions had relayed to the nubile sorceress thus far, attempting to reach an adequate answer which had been more than thrilling in the sense that Whitney seemingly found the solution already and sought to give his soon to be student an opportunity to rethink her conclusion or rather the lack thereof.

Three targets at the most for an experienced caster of the Flames of Purity restricted the usage to a limited number of individuals and while he may simply cast the spell once again, the amount of three appeared to have significance. His colleagues were the wielders of their respective Paraelement, three in total although they weren't the only feasible victims. Among them had been the witch and whoever remained once he disposed of Zephyr should he choose to eliminate him prior to accessing the Blue Shrine, the contents of which would be his alone upon successfully destroying them all at once.

However, did they not have to be pure at heart in order to summon the Elemental Serpents? It appeared to be the biggest flaw in her stream of thought that they simply weren't a viable target for his spell under the circumstances unless the technicalities of the matter didn't function the way Flame believed they would.

The Forgotten Four were inherently evil at the core from what the young red head gathered from the knowledge relayed to her, the group renowned for their abhorrent deeds and yet when confronted with the purpose of his research she'd been engrossed in the idea that they might've fallen victim to possession. Upon utilising the spell on them they would be cleansed in the process, possibly consumed alongside the demons should there even be any in the first place, but in that case the curious vixen had to wonder why Bryne would either wait or hesitate as long as he did. He had the spell for years, waiting with such power at his disposal and yet he never drew upon his superior capabilities to this day.

Regarding his drinking problem which may not be one considering that Flame enjoyed having a drink in the pleasant company of others and yet coupling his habit with an apparant loneliness something must've troubled the man, but what exactly?

Perhaps she wasn't following the clues properly, but she decided to share her findings with Whitney and Cinder regardless of any miscalculations on her part. "All I can imagine is that Bryne might seek to betray the others in order to either rid himself of his powerful allies when the time comes or to cleanse them of evil."

He might simply wait for the appropriate moment to strike, but perhaps Bryne was the exception of the four and wasn't evil in the least, that in truth he sought to banish his closest allies in search for retribution for the past, but only the Fire Memphit knew him better than anyone else in the room. "But in that case I wouldn't really know why he would choose to destroy them outside of their inner power struggles, I'm afraid."

Cinder canted his head to the side as if viewing Flame from a renewed angle provided a different picture of the girl though Whitney smiled. “That's pretty close to what I was thinking.

“His allies are despicable, the spell could be used to destroy them if necessary. Even if the three join forces to thwart him a single casting could take out all three and if they employ any minions at the time I'd imagine he would take out the biggest threats first and maybe use some other follow up spell to finish them off.”

“Like Inferno?” Cinder turned his attention to Whitney now at the insight that he had although the man had been unaware of the spells that Flame had looked over.

“Probably, or some other fancy spell. Though I am a little confused as to how they generate the Serpents. The Elemental ones can be generated by those of only pure hearts which all the stories claim that the Four are rotten people.”

“Oh ...” Cinder wondered for a moment then sported a grin as he recalled something. “The Chromancer ...” It was more whispered then anything though he felt giddy at the acknowledgment that he had some form of an answer.

Thankfully Whitney shared in her thoughts which had been more than a relief, her conclusion on the matter regarding Bryne and the destruction of his allies quite sound despite having feared any mistakes that might make her seem far less complex than she'd hoped to be in his eyes. Beauty and intelligence combined would certainly make any future efforts to seduce him far easier when he appreciated more than her appearance alone while at the same time constructing the foundation of their future student and teacher relationship.

Not that the revelation aided them in their task of preventing the Forgotten Four access of the Blue Shrine considering that it was doubtful either of them would make a move before unsealing the powers which resided within. Typhoon, Roc and Gale were needed alongside Flame in order to accomplish what the witch needed them for, Paraelements encompassed more than a single element which required two in the least unless the four Serpents had to be summoned in which case the information did them little good.

They were evil and yet would probably remain loyal to each other as long as it didn't hinder their personal agenda, hence trying to disrupt them from the inside surely wouldn't work in their favor.

"I've been wondering the same thing .." The charming old man chanced upon the same problem as the young sorceress, an unknown in the equation which didn't truly make sense in her understanding of the summoning of the Fire Serpent and the requirements therein.

Cinder on the other hand chimed in, his fiery features twisting into a grimace which resembled a grin though Flame hadn't missed the whispered remark leaving his lips. "The Chromancer? I believe I heard that word before .."

She couldn't tell where and when, not even if her assumption had been correct due to the fact that the red haired woman had forgotten and it might've been nothing more than a term which sounded rather familiar. Crimson eyes fell on the Fire Memphit, the book in her hands spread wide open should he have to depart when they closed the tome before she crouched down in order to be on the same height as Bryne's servant. "Would you kindly tell us more about him?"

Time for a history lesson. Whitney had been blessed with all sorts of knowledge and given her recent memory loss he figured that a refresher course was in order. He doubted that the Memphit knew much more than the absolute basics of the matter any way.

“Chromancy is another specialty of Arcane magic. It consists of the flow of time. Slowing it, accelerating it. Usually this is done in a localized area such as accelerating your speed. In effect you are manipulating time by having everything around you slow down.

“I have heard legends where powerful Wizards could freeze time in a localized area such as this though what I do have on Chromancers is not confirmed. Feather Fall for instance, a rather simple spell, falls inside their specialty since you effectively slow your descent.”

Nicodemus had an impressive array of Divine gifts and he had halted time albeit briefly she would remember telling her that the gift was not just unique to high powered Wizards and Chromancers. Still even with his powers he had only managed to do it briefly, maybe it was because he was still recovering or it was too draining to maintain for long.

When she asks the Memphit for further information he gladly explains, perhaps not realizing that this was a bit of an unspoken secret. Perhaps he did not care since it had nothing to do about guarding the book.

“His features are covered save for his eyes that glow green. He goes by the name Quad or at least Bryne refers to him by that name. Any way he possess the ability to move through time. We can only move in one direction but he can go back and forth as he chooses.”

“How is that possible?”

Cinder shrugged. “He can't change the past but can get away with taking things that are no longer important. Like the Essence of Innocence right before it is lost, right when it no longer matters in determining anything.”

He was proud that he knew something that they did not and Bryne actually explained something to him while he was drunk and Cinder inquired about the gem that he wore around his neck.

“Quad stole their purity at the times they said they lost it. Since he could move through time he stole it for them and corked it up in these gemstones each wears about their necks … all save for Zephyr anyway but he is a special case.”

“Genie in a bottle ...” it was a low utterance from her companion. Did this mean that without these items that they couldn't draw forth their Paraelemental Serpents?

Flame gathered that Nicodemus had an understanding of Chromancy or had been blessed with the knowledge given his service amongst the divine ranks prior to his fall and servitude under the witch, slowly recovering after they obtained the final shard of his angelic essence which the young sorceress concluded to be the main factor in the short amount of time he could freeze time in a certain area. Surely by the time he recovered fully his powers would be greater than that and far less demanding following his century long imprisonment.

Much to their surprise Cinder didn't truly seem taken aback by their inquiries and answered them in great detail, outlining another character with the gift of time travel who wasn't limited to going forward alone, but rather free to choose in which direction he moved, but even Quad had certain limitations within the past which prevented him from altering anything outside of insignificant matters.

She was quick to catch onto the notion that the Forgotten Four essentially cheated any technicalities regarding their respective Serpents and had their purity stolen from the past only to have it delivered to them later on in the form of gemstones, everyone except Zephyr bypassing the bothersome barrier which allowed them to pursue their evil deeds without losing one of their greatest strengths.

"Their purity has been tied to these gemstones .." Flame mulled over the matter in the back of her mind, wondering whether or not her assumptions were true. "I'm assuming that means their ability to summon the Paraelemental Serpents relies solely on them as well and without them they wouldn't be able to draw upon one of their most potent means of attack."

Crimson eyes turned to Whitney before long, rising off the ground once more as another thought struck the buxom red head, wary that Cinder might pass on his peculiar encounter with the two sooner or later anyway unless they were fortunate and Bryne had been preoccupied with Tori and the prospect of the Blue Shrine for now. "We should find Spencer when we're done here and send him back to the others in order to fill them in on what we've found out."

Her proposal would unfortunately alter the course of their tour, perhaps even end their journey through the streets abruptly which Flame sought to avoid in the sense that her curiosity hadn't been sated, one way or another as she glanced at the old man and couldn't help but wonder how well he fared in the bedroom where most of his knowledge and wisdom couldn't help him with the undiluted charms of the youthful spirit before him.

But how would that knowledge benefit them in the first place? Either way they needed to get close to them in order to obtain the gemstones unless she'd missed anything in particular which might aid them in their task, a dangerous undertaking akin to taking them prisoner which didn't actually change anything in the long run.

Turning back to the Fire Memphit, however, they weren't done talking to him just yet when one of the four differed from the rest of the group. "What exactly makes Zephyr a special case anyway?"

“Only Zephyr sometimes ...” Cinder answered her question. It had seemed that this Quad allowed them to cheat a little and while Nicodemus had been knowledgeable about Chromancy, enough to know the basic rules behind it, Quad as a specialist in that field of magic knew just how to cheat to influence matters. "He's the only one without a gem."

At the same time it must have been a little rewarding in knowing if they achieved a victory it was not simply undone by altering events. The past it seemed was locked in and since the future did not occur yet then the present could shape it. The main question was then what was the future?

Was their future someone else's present? Nicodemus could perhaps enlighten her on that later when she got to talk with him as it was obvious that the Memphit did not know and Whitney seemed surprised that Quad could move back and forth. She had to wonder if he could move forward beyond the present, an interesting question since the future was shaped by the present their were two courses of thoughts either it was yes but it was only what was most likely and became real only when everything fell into place.

The other answer was no since the future did not exist yet and there was no way he could go to a mall that wasn't built yet arriving at a construction site where he had to wait months or years first before there was something there.

“Spencer?”

“A friend,” was all Whitney relayed to the curious Memphit before nodding in compliance to her words. “That shouldn't be too difficult.” Seeing that they knew where the Faerie Dragon had gotten off to.

The latest question that had been poised to the Memphit had been one that Whitney had pondered before he had been distracted mildly by the gracious curves of the woman before him. His attention would have returned to it before they had concluded though she had beat him to the punch.

Since he imagined that even with holes in her memory she probably innately knew enough to fool someone though it was more likely she just did things without the understanding of how she was doing them as the casting of her spells seemed natural.

“Ah, that one is simple. Perhaps it is why Bryne and he are at odds so often. He never could summon his Serpent when Bryne wanted his too. You could say that Zephyr is too people. One that lives up to the stories about the Forgotten Four but sometimes not.”

Whitney considered this briefly, then looked to Flame. He had read about this. “Multiple personalities?”

“What's that?”

“He's the same person but different. Different likes and dislikes. Different attitudes, possibly even different names.”

“His name … well it's the same but I guess … well he doesn't use his nickname but his true name,” Cinder rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I guess he fits it otherwise, remember I am in a book most of the time so most of this is hearsay from an inebriated Bryne.”

Flame hadn't invested too much thought into the technicalities of time simply because her consciousness resided in the here and now, in the library near Whitney and Cinder who actually mattered from her perspective, who were breathing and living out their lives before her eyes in that instant. Perhaps things functioned differently in the grand scheme, but dealing with reality how it had been bestowed unto her made the most sense rather than troubling herself with the idea that someone experienced it several years into the future.

The Blue Shrine mattered, however, and for the sake of maintaining the future for an unknown number of people whose lives would've been affected when either of the Forgotten Four or Tori happened to claim the precious powers within, their unusual assembly had to succeed in their efforts to prevent them access.

Not to mention that the future couldn't possibly be written yet. Nothing seemed certain, especially with Nicodemus and their wish to have a family, but perhaps even that sentiment had been nothing more than a matter of perspective.

But interestingly enough Zephyr turned out to be a rather curious case of schizophrenia, capable of summoning his Serpent with the personality of the elemental master whereas another didn't quite live up to his nickname. It seemed strange that in the presence of Bryne he couldn't utilise such incredible power as though the Magma Elementalist himself had been the cause for his change in character, but without clarification the young sorceress didn't have much else to go on, not that an intoxicated man always spoke the truth.

Somehow catching him off guard in his less experienced form might improve their odds at imprisoning at least one of them, but how that could be achieved Flame couldn't tell with certainty, merely aware that it could be done.

It made the most sense to relay what information they gathered to Nicodemus and the others, either through writing a letter which detailed their findings or simply telling the Fae what they learned before sending him back to Brindel with the message in tow. She figured that not even an hour had passed since their departure from the home of the mayor and therefore would offer up plenty of time for Spencer to return for their other objective here later that night.

She looked over to Whitney, wondering whether or not he had anything else on his mind before turning her attention back to the Fire Memphit, smiling softly in appreciation of his service. "I don't think I have any more questions."

Unless the old man by her side had anything else on his mind that his younger female companion might've missed, Flame decided to conclude matters as they were and deliver the vital fragments of information to someone who could actually work with these more or less insightful details. "You've taught me a lot today and I thank you for your help, Cinder. We shall meet again."

Whitney had no further questions or at least none that he had figured that the Memphit could answer for them and thus he remained silent as the matter came to a close.

“Glad to be of assistance,” Cinder returned before his attention shifted back to the time. He pointed at it and further explained. “Seal it and I return to the pages.” Once the book was closed he had been drawn into it magically sucking him in.

“Interesting ...” Whitney exclaimed as the deed was done. Round trip it would take Spencer about an hour and a half to return and come back, probably closer to two if he had to wait on a response. With the time that had already passed though they still had an exuberant amount of time on their hands.

Clearly, Whitney regretted giving up this private time though this was part of what Flame was dealing with he understood. He had expected her to make some excuse to fetch her friends at least. After all he was not as spry as he once was even though he had an understanding of the layout of the city better.

“So I take it that this concludes the tour for the time being?”

Flame sealed the tome and upon watching the Fire Memphit vanish from the scene the nubile sorceress spun around gracefully before straightening up until she was standing on her toes, presumably in order to place the peculiar book in the shelves which were higher up as to avoid any further incidents with curious newcomers in the future who happened to stumble across the sciptures.

However, at the same time the garments enveloping her lovely frame did little to nothing to conceal the alluring contours of her shapely bottom, revealing them to the old man in an elaborate tease whereupon his female companion stored the book away safely, preventing it from ever falling out again in the same way.

Crimson eyes settled on Whitney by the time the red haired woman finished and returned to him, flashing a mild smile though the heartwarming expression didn't truly mean anything in the grand scheme of their travel through the streets which happened to end rather abruptly despite her profound interest in the scenery and the enticing prospect of staying with the guide himself. "Yes, I'm afraid we might have to resume the tour at a later time."

In spite of that revelation her arm slowly intertwined with his once more, not waiting for his approval for he already expressed his fondness of her touch by not breaking away earlier or downright refusing the buxom lady by his side. "I'm sorry that I cannot stay with you any longer for the time being. I've enjoyed visiting the places we've managed to see and while I would've loved to explore more of your marvellous City, it's very important to let the others know what we know."

She glanced up at the charming man, basking in his warmth while her features flush ever so slightly, speaking softly despite the fact that they were alone in the room. "But .. I was hoping we could spend more time together .. alone .."

Surely nothing could've made her interest any more obvious than preferring his presence over sharing his undivided attention with another one of her travelling companions. Spencer alone might leave them behind which would serve to have Typhoon unoccupied and likely to join them unless they sent him back to the others as well. "Maybe once we've seen to Spencer and Typhoon we can get back to the tour. I wouldn't want to stop with all the things you still have to show me."

Naturally that might make Nicodemus far more suspicious of her activities in the City Within the City, but the Water Elementalist had been far more knowledgeable of the world than the polar opposite of his chosen element and would probably aid them further than Flame ever could in the given situation, being more of a scholar than the fiery girl certainly made him more viable in consideration of the obtained knowledge.

Another thought had crossed her mind, something the two of them could enjoy while heading to their destination unless Whitney sought to either leave quickly or not return the fondness expressed by the exotic beauty beside him with his own. "Can we not take the scenic route on the way back?"

Alone, of course it was destined that they would have to leave off here. He would not be able to open that book again without Flame though and his research into it would be limited though he figured with things ending early he could send the Retrievers on a bit of a fact finding mission to see if they could find out anything about her past.

He was not expecting what was to come, had it been his thoughts from witnessing those gracious curves of her backside? No that was rather plan, not even he could imagine what she had meant though he had to turn that word over in his head as if to determine if there had been some other sort of meaning.

“Alone?” He repeated softly, his mind working behind his eyes as he looked into her own. “Of course, certainly.” He stammered a little, excited at that prospect as if he were a teenager all over again. “Are you certain? Do you mean?”

He broke off then though unable to voice it, as if by having it denied he would have that little fantasy come to an end.

“We can take the scenic route,” he answered. After all their had been no rush and he looked to the door as if preparing to go. He must have done a quick calculation in his mind or grew some determination when he looked back at her.

“We are alone now.”

Providing him with the notion of having a more profound interest in him than anticipated appeared to have thrown him off, something Flame found to be rather amusing considering his usually calm and collected attitude which flowed together with almost juvenile excitement audible in his voice. Perhaps meeting up with Spencer could wait a little longer, they weren't truly in any rush anyway and she deserved to enjoy herself outside of fighting demons and opposing powerful sorcerers every once in a while. "Indeed, we are."

Nobody had been around on their floor upon their arrival and given the select few who were even remotely aware of the premises surely none would consider elemental magic interesting enough to disturb them in their endeavors to attain a certain measure of intimacy. She wasn't the brightest, but naturally the implications of his final statement were clear as crystal, indicating that he wished to remain here and not keep whatever the buxom female had in mind for later.

Slowly Flame guided the venerable male towards the nearby shelves where they wouldn't be seen by any bypassers outside, swaying her marvellous hips in flamboyant sensuality with each and every seductive step which caused the garments around her irresistable charms to shift and mold against the sheer bounty of her feminity. "Truth be told I was trying to have you all for myself when we began our little tour. I never really knew what you thought about me ever since we first met and didn't want to give you the impression that I had anything else in mind other than spending some time in your pleasant company tonight."

Blessed warmth emanated from the immense pillowy breasts which pinned him against the wall, their closeness leaving no doubt as to the abundance of tender flesh concealed beneath her shirt and overcoat while her radiant crimson eyes were seeking to lure him in further. "I don't mean to overwhelm you, Whitney, I would never pressure you into doing anything that you wouldn't want to do, but I couldn't help myself any longer."

Her feminine fingers traced over his clothed chest tentatively, seemingly sampling the wrapped up present at her disposal, descending to his abdomen in a long drawn out caress before heading back up. "You're charming and wise .. lovely and attractive .." In an instant the voluptuous sorceress began to fumble with the topmost button of his attire playfully, leaving him to ponder on when it would finally open up. "I've never been repulsed by your age, if you're worried about that and by luring you away from my companions I was merely hoping that I could spend the remainder of the night with you .."

"But please, don't think all I wanted was to sleep with you when I asked to explore the City by your side, I don't want you to see me as someone who lacks any sense of shame and decency. I have enjoyed myself plenty just talking to you and being in your presence."

More of her touch cascaded over the back of his hand, casually guiding him over the expanse of her hips, inviting him to explore the woman at his hands in much the same way. Her cheeks were flushed mildly upon feeling the scholar upon herself, purring softly with an endearing smile upon her features in anticipation of unravelling the old man before long. "You're not uncomfortable with what I'm doing, are you?"

Lured away he follows down the aisles between bookshelves to that they are hidden should anyone come into the chamber. The odds of that slim to none in his opinion but he was a far ways off from complaining about it. Should he be proven wrong then a little additional privacy wouldn't hurt at all.

The way that her garments folded about her enticing form as she moved had been even more of a distraction to him now as those earlier thoughts that he so haphazardly dismissed as wishful thinking returned.

The confession about getting him alone had been made and he smiled at that. “I'm not so hard to get alone my dear. Admittedly I would have been rather thick skulled about most things. After all it is not so typical given our respective ages.”

Those full breasts press against him, their gazes met. “I assure you there is no pressure.” Though his heart rate accelerates and his body stiffens given that closeness. Yes, it still worked. The closeness mixed with the alluring attractiveness was befuddling and while the whole situation was confusing if this was but a dream and he was passed out looking at a pile of books then he was going to enjoy this.

But Whitney wasn't so old to consider that this was anything but real. He was just really, really lucky it seemed. The top button of his shirt played with he smiles, still there had been a bit of uncertainty with what to do with his hands.

“I wouldn't have guessed that. Nor consider those attributes but I would never think any less of you.” Chances were that nothing could be done with the information they had uncovered until Abdul was freed anyway as he doubted that they wanted to make an immediate move against the Forgotten Four and Abdul probably knew a fare deal about them. This little distraction of course was a rather big deal for Whitney though seeing that he did not have any hope of this happening before and held greater interest to him. He also had a few items that he would share but right now those could wait.

He knew that spending the entire night was probably not in the cards though it had delighted him that she had wanted that. It sounded good and he grinned as he thought about waking up in the morning along side the buxom red head.

She felt nice as she guided his hands to her, the flush on her features. A part of this still seemed so surreal to him. “Not at all … it's surprising to hear that you feel this way.” He paused, his eyes dipping briefly to her lips.

“May I kiss you?”

Waking by his side sounded most inviting, both sheets and the handsome man grating her highly desired warmth upon spending the night in the throes of passion, but regrettably Flame had more pressing matters to attend to long before dawn.

"I'm pleased to hear that .. In all honesty I feared that you might reject me." Radiant crimson eyes were upon the venerable male, shimmering faintly under the subtle moisture of these endearing orbs which remained focused entirely on his own, emanating the raw undiluted passion which resided within the alluring sorceress whose sublime beauty and bodily warmth entrapped him between her and the wall, certainly a prison he hadn't appeared to mind in the slightest as he asked for permission to indulge in her tender ruby lips, a gesture she regarded as cute for he refrained from going with the flow straight away, presenting further opportunity for his female companion to break down any resistance he might possess before long and allow Whitney to enjoy himself thoroughly.

"You may." Flame, however, had taken the initiative and leaned in slowly, timidly draping the softness of her lips over his while the extravagant luster of her eyes vanished in contentment, folding themselves shut throughout the tenderness of the moment although he would feel the intriguing muscle of her tongue knock on the gates of his own in an attempt to gain entry, wishing to explore every last portion of him in spite of how low he considered the odds of anything of the sort to occur.

His hands were guided further along in the process, letting him extend his reign over the exotic beauty in his grasp until his palms were cupping the supple flesh of her incredible rump, letting him ponder on the available playing field while sliding over the abundance of flesh beneath his touch upon which the young woman released them, once more ascending to the buttons of his attire.

Slowly the topmost button came undone, followed by another whereupon the feisty red head proceeded to unfasten all of them in her passing, peeling either side of the shirt away not entirely unlike a curtain which gave rise to his bare torso, her silken fingers teasingly trailing over the masculine chest portion discovered there before brushing the fabric aside, carefully trying to remove the piece entirely.

Flame hooked another arm beneath his own which settled upon his upper back and the back of his head, applying the slightest pressure which tightened their embrace and caused the marvellous orbs of tit flesh to snuggle up against his exposed abdomen, emanating an intense warmth and pillowy softness he likely hadn't experienced in ages, the engorged twins merely confined by the buttoned garment fastened around her upper body.

Her nipples hardened under the pleasant chills derived from their closeness, poking into him through the layer of cloth before her pulsating mammaries, mimicking the heightened heart beat of the youthful spirit.

Experimentally her generous hips advance on his own, planted above his pelvis in an attempt to lure his member into prominence, pondering on the resistance he could have left to offer after feeling Flame virtually all over himself, sheathing him in the comforts of her embrace which threatened to become far more overwhelming with every passing moment.