With a bit of liquid courage

Iroh made her laugh at his crude attempt at humor, but the liquor was flowing and it seemed like she was amused enough. He’d been much too preoccupied during battle to realize the subtle beauty of his opponent, but here in the firelight that task was so much easier. Despite being from rival packs, Iroh could smile in her presence and was glad for her company. She seemed comfortable, and didn’t hesitate to curl around his offered drink.

Iroh didn’t hide his gaze as he watched her enjoy the offered spiked tea. He cocked his head to the side, his whole body fully feeling the effects of the alcohol. She was quick to give him her assessment and his heart soared as his grin widened and he straightened himself proudly. A soft chuckle left his lips as he shook his head. ”My companion for the most part. The rest was experimentation.” His drunken self was quite pleased with the way her bright eyes flashed over his form. It was hard to stop smiling beside her.

He wasn’t great at telling wolves ages but he could tell that she was his senior, not that she looked it. Her body was built better than many even his age. She held herself with grace, and he silently wondered if she would have been able to teach him a thing or two. ”I’m glad you like it, not very difficult to be better than a teapot to the head though.” His deep voice offered quietly, ”Is there anything else I could offer you, Miss Tamsyn?” dark brows raised as he asked his question with a thrill of suggestion laced in his words.