I Like The Way It Hurts

He chuckled a little as she said he could ask questions too. But he'd be really bad at asking yes or no questions. He'd want to know more or he'd want to know nothing. And so far it was nothing. His only company since he left Fenmyre, he was more lonely in the eve of thinking he'd never have his sister again. He was taking the chance.

Her question seemed near perfect for him to move in, so with that he stood on a bit of a wobbled stance before stepping forward past the wine and towards her. He had only slept with one wolf, but he was bold enough to assume he wasn't about to.

He was more stable on his paws with every step he took and soon he was over the woman on her back. With no hesitation one of his paws went to step over her, placing down on her opposite shoulder from him before he went to brush down her ribs to her hip. His gaze had at first looked up at her face before trailing down her body where his paw moved. As bold as he was being, maybe because of the drink and a little of his emotions, he was actually very inexperienced in nearly every aspect he was asking of her. He knew his sister, or at least he thought he did. This would be entirely different.

"Balthier Destruction"