Her face would mirror his smirk at his approach, his easy words eliciting a slight reaction from the queen. He'd missed her brilliant form, and his eyes would appreciate the close confinement. She sounded as though she'd been roughed up considerably the past week, though even with injury he could not deny the accomplishment that had come with such battle scars. Even he could not boast such achievements. He would let himself fall to the ground before her, long limbs sprawling over the den's floor. His ears would perk at the word fun, absolutely entrapped by her words as she brought them both back to the very first of their meetings. His smirk would turn quickly to an evil grin as once again his hungry eyes would look her over. "I've been waiting for those words." the lyrics would rumble forth as he encouraged her to continue. Painting the town red sounded pretty good at that moment.
