SENDING SHIVERS RIGHT DOWN YOUR SPINE

the virulent vermin would frown considerably, genuinely touched by the feline's lack of interest. he would swarm her voluptuous figure with heady intentions, searching hastily in his mind for anything he may be able to do to win her over. his fallen features lifted slightly as a small grin crept over his chiselled maw. pardon, my queen. the words would fall gracefully from a crafted tongue while slighted masts would fold beneath his chest as he bent his crown, peering up at her arrogantly glowing pools. surely she would take kind to this charade of feline royalty.