Tickle Me Pretty

The auburn man smiled at the woman, for she had evaluated him so quickly. Yes, she was pleasing to the eye and drove his desires insane, but she also had a brain. This brain could either be his call to glory or his downfall. He had never intended on being a loner forever, but the thought of a pack still bothered him.
Perhaps this would be the change that he needed to right himself once more. To put a mute on the voices that were becoming ever so pressing to his actions would be a blessing.
His golden eyes met her bicolored orbs with pleasure.
"Well dear, you never asked my name, did you? Its Fugue Flamesong. And shall I continue to call you Princess or will I be blessed with the pleasure of hearing your name?"