Fantasy and dreams

He obediently looked at the page she indicated, feeling his quick heartbeat against his chest. She smelled…. Good. He couldn't quite put his paw on it. But he immediately associated it with ‘feminine’ the way she had looked at him… he wasn't very good at this. But it was interest, right? Maybe he should have made the first move. He was starting to wish for a shot of courage. 

“That's a really pretty colour. I could see if anyone in the Hallows knows how to make paints. Maybe I could send you recipes through my bird…?” He suggested, trying to build up his courage. He could do this. This was way easier than fighting a giant worm. Right?

He leaned forward, closer to her, close enough that his breath tickled her fur. Angling himself clumsily towards her lips