all I wanted was proof / that you understand sonder

Calliope stands there, ignoring the red aura that floats around them. Even though it begs to acknowledged, she could care less. Something, no someone, much more intriguing now stood before her. The clear awkwardness about the girl in front of her only stoked the fire in her belly. Calliope was more than delighted when others weakened beneath her gaze. This was the exact reaction she wanted whenever she entered an area. If they weren't ready to collapse from yearning to sleep with her, they would be cowering with fear.

The fur along her spine bristles slightly. One paw creeps forward as her eyes linger on the girl's face. Mm, so she thought she had some attitude? Calliope cants her head slightly, a brow raised a fraction at the girl's statement. Her tongue clicks behind her teeth in a sharp 'tsk' noise. "Clinically, hm?" Calliope questions, encroaching further on Finch's personal space. She didn't come from a family of healers and everyone in her family were her height or only marginally shorter. Not... like the girl before her.

"It's rude to not look at someone when you speak to them," Calliope's words are sleek, lazy almost as they drip from her lips. Her head lifts, though it doesn't have to do so by much, her pastel gaze peering down through light colored lashes at the ivory vixen. "Do others not enjoy suitors to be of larger size? Think, sweet girl. I could hold you tight, close and warm through a cold night," slowly her muzzle lowers closer to the girl's cheek, nose hovering near her ear as she speaks softly in a low thrum. "Wouldn't that be nice?" The last syllable is nearly a hiss as she maintains close proximity.

"Speech"