we are honey and the bee

Seeing the joy on Poem's face as she realized what was happening made all of his sneaking around very worth it. He couldn't stop his tail from swaying back and forth during the entire interaction between the three of them. When they took their leave of Theory, Sparhawk waited until they were out of sight before he turned and took Poem into his arms. Raising one paw up to her cheek, he directed her lips to his own. The big man peppered his woman with kisses across her muzzle, her cheeks, her eyelids. "I have been waiting to do this," he chuckled softly, a smile on his face.

When they started to move again, Poem asked after the land and Theory. "Mmm, this land has much I like," he answered cheekily. Sparhawk would live in the middle of a volcano if Poem was there. Any surroundings were ideal as long as she was by his side. The lands of Abaven were lovely, he imagined. He only had eyes for the woman before him, however.

"Theory is a nice lady. She love you very much." He chuckled, garnet gaze glinting. "Very suspicious of me for a minute. I think she likes me." Sparhawk beamed. He was a likable kind of guys these days. At least he thought so. Again he kissed Poem, this time on her cheek. "She want me to find out where you keep the hearts you steal so I can tell her." The man chuckled and winked for good measure.

When Poem pointed out the food stores, Sparhawk merely nodded. He was hungry, but it wasn't for food. Good thing for Poem, he was a gentleman and would do things the right way. Actually... he didn't even know if her parents were alive. Might as well ask. "Your father, he live here with you? Your mother?" The mans blocky skull titled slightly. He would like to ask her parents for their blessing before he... did what he was going to do.