ᴡʜ� ᴀяε ʏᴏᴜ, ʀεᴀʟʟʏ?

He had been so focused on her own form that he did not see the tiny beast at her side, not until she felt a second set of eyes on his brilliant coat. He gazed at it with slight curiosity, in his many years he had never seen a creature like that. It looked so mean, which made him like it more. Huffing at it, he made his way up the cliff until he was seated at her extreme right, his gaze once more taking in her coat. Her words had no effect on him, he didn't care if she found him uninteresting. He knew that he was the shit, so he didn't care at all what one broad thought. "Perhaps not, but you don't seem to be giving me any hints." He called back, his tail thumping once against the hard packed earth. The only reason that kept him from just wandering away to find a more willing soul was her coat colour, until now he thought that he had been the only one like that. For once he was actually interested in someone else, which never happened.

This however, did not change the fact that he did not offer his name, nor did he ask of hers. What was in a name, anyways? He could call her all he wanted, it still wouldn't change who she was. It was just more fun to come up with little nicknames, given that he didn't usually think about them after he wandered off. Narrowing his silver eyes at her, he wished to draw their bodies closer but that little devil by her flank made his wary. He may be chalked full of confidence and had a huge ego, but he wasn't daft. He saw the sharp little teeth on that thing, and knew that its bite would most likely hurt. Plus, the Galactic babe would probably come after him as well if he tried to retaliate against him

Letting out a soft sigh, he didn't take his eyes off of the babe before him. He really wanted to hump her sexy form, to tear his teeth into her flesh as he claimed her body with his own. Hell, maybe the little devil at her side would get a kick out of watching. He wanted to be blunt about it, but it would most likely draw her away. Angst made his paws shuffle, narrowing optics trying to meet her own. "What is your purpose here, Galactic one?" He asked simply, hoping for some material to weave into his little game.

"Speech"
'thoughts'