Paint a picture in my head. Yellow, black, and red.

She felt his eyes on her, but she didn't feel his eyes roll over her the way he had to feel hers. She wasn't shy about this kind of thing, but still is was mostly just a game. The shifting he did that someone moved him away hadn't gone unnoticed by the girl as she settled on the rock, but there wasn't much she could do about it. He wasn't as receptive to her as she had hoped, but that would be fine. The best ones weren't easy, though she hardly minded the long game as she played it herself. He responded to her plainly, though when he tilted his head she smirked a bit. Cute.

"Tell me why you look so... different? Are you a God or something?" The last question was a tease, mismatched eyes rolling over his frame again and focusing on the areas of interest, mostly his horns and glowing fur.  

"Speech!"