Round Two, Jerk!

As he lowered the bottle from his lips he looked back down to the little wolf-dog in front of him who to his surprise had leaned even closer to him with an adorable glare that made him grin all over again. She was swaying slightly on her paws, but he couldn't say anything since he wasn't much better off than she was. He was still coherent, but the longer he stayed standing while drinking even more alcohol the more he was starting to feel it. She questioned him, demanding to know why she was so interesting to him, questioning why he studdenly liked half-breeds, but he just continued to grin while he admired her delicate features and the way her lips pulled back in a little growl. He liked this fiery, sassy side of her an awful lot. He liked when he could throw things at someone and they could throw them right back at him. He felt her paw slip over his and the slight prickle and sting of her feline-like claws digging into his knuckles in her own form of a threat.

Cináed's grin widened with a chuckle and he tipped the bottle of wine back for one more drink before he put it down on the ground beside him. He ended up accidentally tipping over the half-empty bottle of wine as he lifted his paw away, but he didn't care and didn't look down at the clink of the glass on the stone terrance, his attention too focused on the little spit fire of a woman in front of him. Hazy and loose in his inhibitions, he lifted the paw that wasn't currently being pinned by her claws to the back of her head, pulling her muzzle into his as he kissed her firmly. He had mostly planned to just kiss her to get more of a rise out of her and annoy her more, but once his lips found hers it immediately ignited the desire for her that he had just been barely ignoring behind his attempts to bother her. Now that he was here he didn't want to pull away and he just gave it a moment, waiting to see if he'd get a paw full of sharp claws in response.

Cináed