you're my buried treasure

Thankfully his restlessness would not take him away before his attention could fall on the dainty form of a she wolf approaching. Dark brows raised curiously as the young man looked her over. He was incredibly drunk, and though he did miss her age he was instantly drawn in by her tiny waist and lovely curves. Though the lavender on her pelt reminded him of his once home Noir would ignore it in favor of the intoxicating aroma of her heat. Were he less drunk himself he’d take note of the lack of liquor on her breath as she spoke.

”Maybe a little.” He slurred, unable to control the evidence of his inebriation in his voice. His eyes were a little squinty but he held himself upright with little to no swaying. Noir’s interest in her presence was poorly hidden too. ”One on one, is… much better.” He told her in what he believed to be suave but was much more likely all to suggestive. Maybe not considering their current location and the tell tale sounds and smells around them. ”Who’re you, gorgeous woman?” Noir went on to ask, leaning forward politely in a half bow that nearly threw him off balance.