otherworldly & threatening

Midas is slick, but his interest is genuine. He looks for an excuse to let his gaze linger on her, he watches her openly. Maybe it’s rude but… well, she could take it as a compliment. He hoped she would. As she lays out his options, Midas chuckles, a grin dripping over his chiseled features. “Fight you and… garden with you. Sounds like a date.” Right, this time he’s genuine.

As she lashes out, Midas lets her. He takes the scrape of her crystals against his ribs, giving a brassy chuckle. No retaliation, just the breathless look of a touch starved man who’s gotten the first taste of contact in far too long. Oops. Not predatory, but maybe a bit more excitable than he means to be. Midas’s golden eyes dance.

Right, he could make conversation. He could be normal. “Expecting? An exciting time for your pack then.” He offered a little smile. Right, he could make polite conversation. Midas’s head quirked to the side at the mention of Boreas. ”We didn’t call it Boreas, at least. It’s far to the west of here, they call it the land of a thousand lakes.” His explanation is gentle, though the words come with curiosity. ”Have you always lived here?” Perhaps still not quite sure where here was. Not that it mattered, with her, as they walked towards the Oaks.