i lack much more than innocence

A touch of laughter rumbled in his chest. He had no reason to harm a pretty lady, unless she was just unlucky. A woman who proclaimed herself a queen was an intriguing one, he wondered about her claims to royalty. Were they deserved? He's take in her words, faking a wounded expression, "Love, you wound me." He would say with mock hurt, his tone barely an audible rumble. His eyes strayed to the fox companion she had who seemed to be hanging back, "A snack?" He inquired, nodding his head in the direction of the creature. She called him a poet, and he laughed, "One should always be well with verse. It can suit such a purpose. As for an offering, if all you've brought is yourself, darling, I could think of many things that could suffice." His burning gaze would rake over her, unless she was a total fool, she couldn't doubt the intentions that were building in the back of his mind. The question remained, would she dare to play his game or would she say no and protect what purity remained?