The ground was like a gnarled, twisted jungle, but expert paws would carry him with every bit of swagger he possessed. Eyes of sterling watched the ground below him carefully, he could not afford to trip now. To trip would be to show a weakness, to show weakness would certainly prove that he was imperfect, and to be imperfect was to be.. the opposite of himself. Perfection, it was his middle name. Carefully and almost magically, the man maneuvered behind the lass, allowing her to lead him - for now. She could take charge for the time being, but he would show her who was boss in due time. She spoke of needs, and he could not help but let out a chuckle.
She would halt and turn, her voice questioning him in reference to her previous statement. A devilish gleam clouded sterling eyes. My only need is to see that not a single of your needs is overlooked. Keep the topic on her, it was an easy way to get what you wanted - if you knew how to do it properly. A smile quirked in his lips, noting the sensual way she spoke and held herself. She wanted him, bad. Oh how he wanted to hear her beg, hear her scream for him. He would slip forth on agile paws, seeming to glide across the flatter - less complicated land. Pausing when his lips were a mere inch from her ear, he would whisper in a husky, manly tone. Tell me what you need. Words tapered off with an undeniably sensual sound, something akin to a groan and a growl.