In The End Everything Collides

His eyes would be capture by the little wraith, eyes not saving one inch of her as they raked over her being, taking time to appreciate every curve of her youthful bodice. How easily, he could take her. The dark corners of his mind would coil, rising as she spoke. Ah, the little spitfire. 'Delicate flower? What the hell went and dropped poison in your eyes, Beast?' Her fiery verbose brought a loud chuckle from his jaws. "Ah little spitfire, I think it was the strike of lust that poisoned me." He would reply, a smirk donning the ebony contours of his jaws. She would go on, un-moving aside from her dainty little jaws, '..and as for meeting the Beast, well, I've heard the line before, brute... and I assure you none lived up to such a title.'

He'd rest to his rump, completely unconcerned about her. After all she was merely a flea compared to he. "My adore, I assure you that I am the one who made the title of the beast. Should I delve into the pleasures of my crimes for you?" He'd pause for a minute, listening to her speech, daring him to do something. "You don't want me to hurt you, pet, and I'm considering other ways of entertaining myself with you tonight." It would seem that he couldn't catch a break, as another creature appeared, nearly barreling into the dame. An annoyed sigh left him at the speech of the new wolf, and when the creature spoke to him, asking who he was, he just flopped onto his side onto the ground with an exasperated sigh. "God, I cannot catch a break."