I'm too hot (hot damn)

The little spitfire ceased the spray of water, but it was clear a moment later that it wasn't his proffered truce that had secured his salvation, when she poked at one of his lengthy fangs. He reared his head back in affront and stared down at her. Well he could see HER better now too, and was she really one to talk about odd, with her bright swirls of unnatural color and all? “You're one to talk,” he spoke the thought out loud with an exaggerated sniff. “Least my teeth are useful and don't just make me look pretty.” A backhanded compliment if ever there was one, but a compliment nonetheless - the odd celestial swirls reminded him of Artemis and her red sister Iskra, even if this wolf bore much different colors than either of them, and Angelus’ conquest of the blue-toned hunter had the younger brother dealing with a great deal of misplaced lustful thoughts so he could not help but compare this darker little creature to the taller Aeris hunter. He ran the tip of his tongue thoughtfully over his fangs. “I’m Chaos Saxe,” he offered.