bury the light

Hattori learned from his mistakes, even when seemingly distracted his senses were on high alert and thus he was not taken by surprise by the approaching stranger. He flicked his ears in acknowledgement as he turned, angling his form so that his favoured right side was on display and the left cast in shadows. He watched- or rather stared- as they approached, his silvery gaze roving over her form from snout to toes. She was slightly shorter than him, with long and lithesome legs and a monochrome coat that looked remarkably soft. Hattori knew pampered nobility when he saw it but there was something different about this woman, snake tongue aside. As a shinobi he knew all about the dangers of a pretty face, that there was often a dagger hiding behind a smile, but despite her sharp and watchful gaze he felt as though she posed no real danger to him. For now. Not because he deemed her incapable, rather he'd left himself wide open and she hadn't seized the chance. Even an amateur would have lunged for it, gone right in for the kill when he was at his most vulnerable, but there she was watching and appraising, taking in all he had to offer and seemingly left wanting more. Well then, if she just wanted to talk then he would indulge her, for now.

"I am considering it, yes." He admitted, his voice rough and low from lack of use.