Disclaimer: Dustfinger and the Inkheart Trilogy are the property of Cornelia Funke. I am not Cornelia Funke. I'm not even German.
Prompt #12: Orange
"You know... fire suits you," he said, tilting his head and admiring the warm glow upon her skin, the dancing flames reflected in her dark eyes.
"Really?" she asked with a small grin, raising a somewhat suspicious eyebrow.
He nodded as he sat beside her. "You're beautiful in any light," he mused, gazing into the flames. "But the fire... The fire brings out all of your best qualities."
"And what are those?" she questioned, an edge of challenge to her voice.
"Your pride... Your strength..." He glanced up from the flames. "Your passion."
She gazed at him thoughtfully, for a moment. "You're coming on to me, aren't you?"
He sighed. "Yes, he admitted. "How am I doing?"
"Not bad," she muttered, smiling. "Not bad."