"Are you afraid of me?" Frollo's air came as a gust of hot air against her face. His eyes were hooded as he searched her face.
Esmeralda searched for an appropriate answer. She looked at Frollo's face, mapping the tired lines that ran across his features, telltale signs of age and living a harsh, unkind life. She focused on his mouth, bracketed as it was by those deep lines. A face that all in all, looked as if it collected frowns for a hobby. The stubble on his chin made him look even older, unkempt. And yet there was something magnetic about his appearance, even as disheveled as he was.
"No." The answer surprised her too, but there it was. " I'm not. " Frollo swayed a little, looking as if he was drunk on her bold reply.
He licked his dry lips. Searched her face again. Finally his eyes landed on her mouth.
"I am." He whispered. He exhaled against her skin again, and Esmeralda shivered.
"I'm terrified of what I'll allow myself to be when I am near you..."