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His smirk brightened slightly at her bright laugh as he spoke. She was a tempting little vixen and she knew it, but even if she put him to his paces he could bet his life every moment would be worth his effort. His smirk slowly shifted to a darker grin as she lowered herself from her perch to stand before him. Noir couldn’t remember her name so she was likely telling the truth. He vaguely remembered what Theory had said too, but it didn’t seem like the ruby gazed beauty cared or believed her. ”We didn’t did we?” He hesitated slightly, knowing she expected him to eagerly gift his name.

Noir let her circle him, with holding the information as he watched her and letting her speak up again. She invoked his sister’s name and he wondered if she didn’t already have his own. Or… other information about him. Likely she doubted any she had if she didn’t believe Theory’s claim about parasites. A deep chuckle rose up from his chest as she reached up to his ear to offer her soft words.

”My sister might have won, but you did not.” With her being so close he aimed to nip, almost playfully, at the thick fur of her neck. ”Noir Destruction,” He offered as he aimed to raise his muzzle slightly to press against the soft fur around her ear. Noir breathed in deeply as a pleasant tension built in his body. ”I promise to make up for her shortcomings.” He really really tried not to grin at his unintentional double meaning.

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