Come and get me, my sweet little King

Lips would bubble weakly upon her words, snickering as she would draw herself closer, an unexpected nip sent for the flesh of his pale hips. An automatic snarl would crease his lips, crow swiftly snapping towards her as he would aim to grasp as close to her scruff as their proximities would allow; he couldn?t say he?d ever experienced such an outgoing woman in his time as King, but he certainly wasn?t complaining about it. She had the air of a commandant, the vigor that would seep from her pores enough to send his veins flurrying with potential delight. Perhaps she was just what he needed? ?Do you doubt my abilities to impress you, my little confident?? his voice was taunting, teasing, he didn?t care for the success of his impressions, although he had to admit it would satisfy him so.