ultimately, inevitably

Chimera moved forward, getting into the woman's personal space a bit before haunches lowered to the ground. He towered over her for a moment before forelegs slid outward, the beast resting upon his stomach. Every motion looked so easy and practiced as though he was a man of leisure, which he was not. Work, and hard work at that, was what kept Chimera fit and mentally sound. Not having the amount of work that he'd had when running Fenmyre was driving him more than a little crazy.

Hana stuck with her story, telling him that she didn't know who'd attacked her. One brow arched as though he wasn't entirely sure that he believed her still, but if she wanted to stick with it, then he'd stop prying. She spoke of the Armada next, mentioning how Sirius didn't like letting go of what was his. A soft chuckle reverberated through the brute's black and white chest. "I can't disagree with him. I have a difficult time letting go of women as well, so I don't." He was a cad, a greedy bastard, and he embraced that fact.

Her view on Azure was amusing, but not at all surprising. Anyone who knew the man would understand how tedious his presence could be. Gods forbid having to live with him. A soft huff of amusement left the man and he shrugged lightly. "Perhaps now you'll find someone that will treat you as a woman should be treated." A little damaged, yes, but Hana was still quite attractive. Surely someone would scoop her up soon.

"Chimera"