bear necessity

Maybe it was a bit rude but Tyrian was getting a kick out of Lachlan's jitters. He found his nervousness endearing. Considering the value his family placed on strength of...well, everything, perhaps he shouldn't have found it so, but there was something about this small, shy man that he found irresistible. It was kind of nice to be in the position Lachlan's meekness put him in. The ease with which he blushed was just the icing on the cake.

He reined in the smile that threatened his composure as Lachlan nervously proposed a plan. Because he simply couldn't resist, instead of answering right away Tyrian asked, "Are you asking me on a date?" He just wanted another blush. One more and he might be satisfied. "Because if you are..." he said slowly, drawing the moment out. "The answer is yes." Tyrian let that hang in the air for a second. "But," he paused again, the corners of his mouth drawing up slightly. Okay, he couldn't resist going in for another blush. Tyrian reached out to gently brush the unblemished skin over the bear's claw marks on Lachlan's face. "Should you be doing the 'getting'?"