Frying Pans are for...

Ashmedai drifted in and out of a light sleep, only wakening at the more shocking and jarring movements. He heard her humming lightly and a small, loose smile tugged at the corners of his lips, unaware of the daydreams the girl was having. He, himself, did not have such pure thoughts nor ever thought of 'happily ever after' situations. He did, however, slowly breathe in her scent as he occasionally inched closer.

Eventually- and all too soon- the healing was over. She announced that she was done and Ashmedai drowsily sat up. She said he should be more careful about fighting rabbits and Ash let out a sleepy laugh.

"Aw, but then how would I bring you dinner?" he teased. They didn't even know each other.

Eventually she asked if he had a mate and a coy smile rose to his lips. He had mated with many, even had pups with one, but...

"Nah, no one like that," He said, leaning forward with a dangerous smirk. "Why, you on the market?"