Grapevine Fires

He chuckled nervously at the sound of her lyrical voice. Beautiful, like the rest of her and sweet like her scent. He cleared his throat "I'm looking for my father." He said, his voice cracking slightly. Gods how he hated it when females cocked their heads. It made them look irresistible to him. "I'm something of a bastard you see." He said almost shyly "I've come to find the man that sired me, in the hopes that he will accept me and I can take my father's name." He cleared his throat again and straightened his features,attempting to appear bold to the female.