Round Two, Jerk!

Cináed tried not to smirk when she sneered up at him and questioned whether to not he had brain damage while very pointedly mispronouncing his name, but it he couldn't help it. Somehow she was even more cute when she was mad and it just made him fall into a spiraling, losing battle. He watched with a little grin as she tossed out the remainder of her wine that he had drunk from, his golden eyes following her as she walked over to one of the near by tables where extra wine bottles were sitting out for the guests that had made their way outside. His eyes lingered on her form as she moved, from the slight curve of her hips to the little flip her tail did toward the end until she turned back to face him with a fresh glass of wine in paw. He didn't know how much of it was just the mead he had earlier talking for him or if it was just an entirely natural attraction to the little floppy-eared woman in front of him, but there was only place his mind wanted to be and it was getting more and more difficult to think of anything else.

"As a matter of fact, I do think I'm more entertaining," he commented with a sly grin and a chuckle. "What's more entertaining than a rouge 'stray' crashing an elaborate, stuffy party? As for why I'm here..." He gave a nonchalant shrug and rose to his paws, crossing the short distance between them with an alluring smile. "I guess I had hoped I would find something or someone interesting here... I had almost given up hope until I spotted you." He leaned in as he got close to her, giving her a toothy grin and pausing just shy of being able to catch her lips or perhaps her ear with his lips, only to reach past her and grab the wine bottle off of the table behind her and lean back with it to take a long drink, feeling the warmth of it fill his stomach and only add more fuzziness to his mind that seemed to only be making his attraction to the little woman in front of him worse.

Cináed