Sink my teeth in

Tyrfing had not expected this reaction, tracking her with his eyes and ears as the tiny, anger-fueled warrior circled him. He did not take kindly to being looked at like prey and was more than ready to show her as much, but something else burning behind her eyes brought him pause. "I'm afraid not." Fin commented dryly. "You'll have to make do with me." Her pacing set him on edge, every muscle tensing in preparation for what was to come. It would be a shame to have to harm her, but Tyrfing would not lay down and die beneath the fangs of a rabid beast - not even one he had come to enjoy.

Her pacing ceased and Fin's amethyst gaze locked upon her own, readied for a fight that never did come. He watched her expression shift, the indecision and anger becoming something else. Something very recognizable, but woefully unfamiliar. The viking's head cocked infinitesimally, brows beginning to knit as he observed her odd to judge exactly how serious her change of heart may be.

As he began to let down his guard, more became clear. There was a lingering scent in the ravaged clearing, enticing and sweet and without a doubt radiating out from this female. A ghost of a smile tugged at his lip as he clued in further, taking a bold step toward her and hoping her fury remained subdued. At least for the moment. "Well, if it's to save the stumps and the trees." He feigned a reluctant surrender. "I could think of an activity or two that might occupy your time and energy."

Reaching forward, he moved to lace his cat claw beneath her own to give it a light and playful tug. "So long as these remain put away, of course. I'm quite happily unscarred, you see." He ducked his head and neck more to her level, inspecting her bared fangs with a sabered grin of his own. "Such little fangs, are they even capable of leaving a mark behind? I suppose those I might be able to handle." Fin couldn't resist but prod at her, to take advantage of the spitfire personality he had met and daring to bring back her ire just a bit to a level more controllable. A little passion never hurt anyone, after all.