[ While Ignacio's breath wasn't actually warm, there was no physical warmth to his body, his words certainly were. In fact, the vampire had no breath to speak of, but if he had it would have inhaled the moment that he saw the art that was already painting her body. Instead, the surprise could be seen by the widening of his eyes and the way his lips parted.

Unable to resist, he lowered himself to his knees before her. Perhaps he was bold in his movements, but he wasn't the shy sort and he rose his chilled hands to press them delicately on her soft skin. They settled on the curve of her hips, then while one went up to lightly caress the pattern between her breasts, the other wandered down the lower continuation. ]

Hermosa... [ He praised in his native tongue. Then his eyes went away from the tattoos to admire the rest of her form, getting quite a good view from where he was. Finally, his gaze met hers with a smile. ] Please, join me. [ An invitation to sit beside him on the blanket. ] Enjoy all that I have to offer. [ And he didn't mean just his paints. ]

Tell me, was this art done by someone you love? I can feel the passion in this work, or perhaps it comes from you and you alone.