It ends tonight

A growl took those pale eyes from the small woman, to the Lynx, but then quickly back to the woman. He hadn't a clue of what to make of this situation. Sure he was suspicious and something about it all made his skin prickle, but what right did he have to be so concerned. Was the growl meant to warn him away? And all this time she'd just been staring at his paws.

Finally words whispered from her mouth and Incubus consumed them eagerly. Why would the contents of the bowl produce shame? Were they related to relieving her of pups? Or perhaps she had the case of the shits? Incubus knew it was likely something far more serious then a belly related issue, but it was to be considered all the same. The male continued to squint at the woman, not softening his gaze this time, he was growing slightly irritated with her cryptic nature but only because he knew something was up. He knew he'd regret turning his back on this stranger. Thus, he did something that could be considered irrational or purely immature.

In a flash Incubus lurched his head forward in attempt to press past her and grab the bowl between his jaws. If succesful in the snatch he'd aim to trot away a few feet before whipping his head to the right, releasing the bowl from his jaws. His hopes were to rid them both of the suspicious liquid. The brute would stand there staring at her, "I am not really nice." Incubus had done some horrible things in his life and he didn't feel too bothered about doing another if needed. "I will not leave until you tell me what was in that bowl." Incubus puffed his chest out some and flicked his tail, if she or the Lynx retaliated with a fight he'd be ready.