The fae's second offer seemed to intrigue him and he growled low, nibbling her ear. His comment about desserts brought a genuine belly laugh from the blue woman and she rose to her paws, flicking Sirius lightly with the tip of her tail. "Dessert? Sirius Fatalis... I believe that you just called me sweet."
He held the door for her and Isa sauntered within, shrugging out of the wet coat and setting it aside so that she could move further into the shelter. Lust darkened her eyes, but there was something else within as well. Trust. She was trusting him. With a beckoning smile, Isa led the dire giant to the pile of coats, spreading them out a bit to make a sufficiently soft area. She would make a point to wash these herself later.
Isa rested upon the furs, her tail flicking like a contented cat. "Well, Warlord. Now that you have me here, what do you want from me?" There was a sparkle in her eye; an invitation. Whatever he wanted, she would give.
