I think I better go before I try something I might regret

Okay, if Iskra didn't know any better, she'd be tempted to say she actually liked this guy. Like, as more than just a simple and entirely forgettable source of amusement kind of like. It was difficult for the fae to determine whether or not this was a good thing, but it was undoubtedly new territory. Her sunny smile would waver as she contemplated the matter until she ultimately dropped the subject and opted to do what she did best - live in the moment and see what happens. After all - impulsiveness only ever got her into trouble... Oh, every few months or so.

At his quip she'd reply, "I mean, I'd be lying if I were to argue otherwise." He was fun. Not quite as wild and carefree as she was, though maybe that was a blessing in disguise for her to not have a match with which to light her inner fiery tendencies any hotter than they might naturally burn. Iskra excelled at being the devil on her own shoulder, after all.

Listening intently to his explanation, she would stand atop her rock, dainty chin tilted slightly upwards as the astral woman mulled over every word. For a bit her face was expressionless, a mask of unfaltering perfection behind which she'd hide as she decided what she thought of this man's... Intriguing and oddly enough not too displeasing offer and the points he made in order to entice her. Hopping down from her perch, the shorter woman approached with a level of intensity she prided herself on having mastered. Stepping boldly into his intimate space several steps more than was normally socially acceptable, the red woman hummed in lilting, sing-song lyrics, "All right, I'll admit it," a pause, as she'd eye him with blue eyes that seemed to glow hot like her firey pelt despite their colder color, "You've piqued my interest. So I'll tell you what." Taking a final step towards him, so she could speak in a tone that barely surpassed a whisper and still be heard with absolute clarity, Iskra breathed, "I'll stop by your pack, and if you continue to impress me then it's possible I won't leave."

She let her words hang between them a bit before adding, "Of course, I can't tell you when I'll be there, cause then it wouldn't be a fun surprise. And - n' this part's important - while I do enjoy a little healthy competition every once in a while, I don't want to have to fight for what I want." Reaching up to lightly tug at his ear, Iskra chuckled, brushing away the intensity of the moment before as though it hadn't happened at all. Truth be told, she'd begun to figure out she wasn't just excited by the new and different feelings that had cropped up around this guy. It was kind of making her nervous. Iskra didn't get nervous. She was wild, fearless, and apparently until today had been impossible to tame or tie down. Hell, she hadn't even worked up the nerve to join a pack for her sister, her own flesh and blood, but now she was gunna chase this guy home to one? When she put it that way, it took on a whole new level of weird and she about lost her composure. So help her if she found out anything was off with this whole deal she'd beat someone up. Then go finally track down Art and they could both beat 'em up again. Dragon was pretty good looking, what if there was some other girl in the picture? Or, what if he lost interest or- okay so the other girl thing was probably ninety percent of what consumed her concerns, and it was kind of stupid. Biting her lip to keep herself from spilling any of her inner turmoil into the world outside her mind, Iskra struggled to shut this crap down. She'd just... Go for a bit of an adventure before she went to his pack. Clear her head. Just for a little while. And then if anything was weird or off she just wouldn't join. It'd be fine. Iskra smirked as she looked at him and thought to herself, 'He's the one who's fine...' It took all her strength not to giggle at her own mental joke lest she need to explain it to him.

"I must admit, I do get chilly sometimes when I'm by my lonesome."