This is gonna hurt!

There was an easy chuckle that came to the male as she stated that the herb was tasty when her face said it clearly wasn't. She amused him, smelled great, and was apparently willing to have a good time. It would have been easy to try and convince her to do more, but he needed information more than a lay. When she padded away to sit just out of reach, Iscariot had to keep the laughter from bubbling up his throat, actually holding his breath for a moment in order to achieve the straight-ish face he wore. "They are better when they are dried, but I like to try them fresh to see if it will be worth it." He gave her a wink, and laid himself back down, pulling another bud from the bush to replace what was used.

Her next words had him nodding, "I am new around here, yes. I come from all over, really, never settling down in one spot. I got really good at being lost." For a moment, his eyes got distant, but he quickly cleared the memories away and shook his head. He stripped his bud down to the stem and chewed, looking over to the woman thoughtfully. "You know...I don't think I caught your name. I am called 'Riot." Flashing her another grin, his tan tipped tail coming to wrap around his hind legs as he settled into a more reclined laying position.

"Talk." Walk. Think.