should've asked already

He was older, yes, but not terribly; and now that Modesty was turning two, he could tell that she maturing from youngster to adult. To him, as his eyes wandered over her, she looked fuller, curvier, and more beautiful than ever. Especially now as her new coat grew in with its longer fur and tufted ears. One might call the twisted knots in his belly an instinctual feeling, but he thought it was just nerves and butterflies. Butterflies, yes, that's what it felt like stirring around in his insides every time he looked at her. When his eyes met hers and she smiled back at him, his heart melted all over again. Gil was wrapped around her toe and she probably didn't even know it yet.

"Uh, a bit of a midnight picnic. Well, picnic is overdoing it. Nightcap under the stars is better," his grin is sheepish as he waits for her to join him. Even as a small breeze brushes by them and a rather new and inviting scent slips off of Modesty toward his nose, his stomach curls again. Trying to ignore the temptation of everything inside of him screaming, he knew he was better than that. Everything would be at her pace, her say, her wants. "I wanted to spend a bit of time with you before we get too busy is all," Gil adds as he lays down and stretches out his legs. With the new changes of his own body, the crystal growths, large fangs, new eyes, and longer legs, they both had so much to discover about each other.