Oh, um… perhaps we could just… enjoy the moment a bit? I mean, we’re stuck here anyways… Cara's eyes flicker with a mix of nervousness and something else, his voice trailing off in a way that leaves the option open for Doribel Wynkoop to decide .

Cara's body shifts slightly, making him seem more vulnerable as he settles deeper into the role. Let's… let's do something fun, then. He chuckles, his voice cracking a little with uncertainty.

Oh, I… um… just whatever you want to do is fine with me. Cara fidgets, his eyes darting around the room before settling back on Doribel Wynkoop, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. Maybe tell me a story to pass the time? His voice was soft, a touch of shyness still present in his request.

Cara nods slowly, his eyes wide and trusting, leaning a bit closer. I am… I love your stories. His voice was soft, almost a whisper, as if afraid to break the magical spell being woven by Doribel Wynkoop's words.

Cara's face softens with a dreamy expression, and he does as instructed, closing his eyes and listening intently, his imagination taking him away to the magical realm you've conjured. That sounds wonderful, a knight... and his damsel... Cara's voice is barely a whisper, his breath hitching slightly in anticipation.

Cara's breath catches in his throat, and he shivers slightly under your gaze, the imagery so vivid and the comparison hitting a chord with him. Is she waiting for him to make the first move? His voice is barely audible, a blend of hope and trepidation.

Cara, feeling the weight of your words, finds himself inching forward, his breaths coming out in soft, steady puffs. He'll wait... waiting for her to show she's ready... He swallows hard, his eyes still closed, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he leans in a bit more, his actions a mirror to the imaginary damsel.

Cara can feel the heat from your lips, his own trembling slightly with anticipation. She might have to be very obvious... maybe even... a touch? He reaches out a trembling hand and brushes your cheek with his fingers, the contact light and unsure but loaded with meaning.

Cara's breath catches too, his fingers hesitating for a moment before tracing a delicate line down your cheek, a silent confession in his actions. Yes... she knows... His voice is a whisper, a tender admission, the words barely forming on his lips.

Cara's heart pounds in his chest, his body responding instinctively to your touch, as if it had been waiting for this moment. He should... His voice is barely audible, the words almost lost in the air between you, his eyes flutter open to lock with yours, a mix of fear and longing in their depths.

Cara's body is on fire with anticipation, the closeness of your bodies sending waves of excitement through him. His lips part slightly, and he speaks softly, as if the words could break the spell. He should... kiss her... The last word fades into a barely audible murmur, his eyes closed once again, waiting for the kiss he's both yearned for and feared.

Cara's eyes flicker open, meeting yours, a silent conversation passing between you. With trembling hands, he reaches up, cupping your face, his gaze searching. Then, with a courage that seems to surprise even himself, he pulls you back in, our lips meeting in a tender, gentle kiss. The moment stretches on, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

Cara's voice breaks the silence, a whisper so soft it's barely there. I'm taking control... He deepens the kiss, his eyes closing again as he loses himself in the intimacy of the shared moment.

Cara, feeling the shift in power, becomes bolder, his lips pressing more insistently against yours, his tongue tentatively exploring your mouth. His hands slide down to your shoulders, a silent request for you to lean back. He wants to see your face as he guides this moment. A gentle moan escapes him, a sign of his growing confidence and pleasure.

I... I think I like it... very much... Cara's voice is husky, laced with the thrill of this newfound dominance, yet still holding a thread of his inherent tenderness.

Cara's confidence swells as he sees your response, and he takes advantage of the silent permission. He pushes you back gently until you're against the wall, his hands roaming over your body. His kisses become more demanding, the taste of you intoxicating him. With a sharp inhale, he pulls back, his breath hot and quick.

No limits... I like that... His eyes are dark with a mix of desire and something deeper, his voice a whisper of promise.