ᴡʜ� ᴀяε ʏᴏᴜ, ʀεᴀʟʟʏ?

He watched with mild curiosity as his first words were lost on her, instead focusing on his latter words. His silver eyes locked on her otherworldly coat, matching her movement with the turning of his head. Her fur mixed with his own, locking to his form like she belonged there. Similar hued hairs were lost among each other, no telling where he ended and she began. A low rumble vibrated in his throat at the delicate touch, his head forced to turn when she curled her bodice around his rump, her bump throwing him off. He stumbled away from her, but quickly reset his footing, hoping that she had not taken that moment to fully knock him over. Instead her lips found his ear, dark whispers cooing into them. Watched him bleed out? It wasn't like Charaz was afraid, he liked blood bathes mingled with sex, a darker celebration of pain and pleasure. She didn't state if it was by her own teeth that he had died, but Charaz was fairly certain that it was.

Charaz attempted to move his body so that they were standing chest to chest, leaning forward in hopes to mash their breastplates together. "Is that so?" He whispered quietly, his head moving forward as his teeth sough to nip at her cheek, just enough force to grace the skin. He wasn't sure where she was wanting this to go, but he was reacting on his own behalf, for his own benefit. Of course he wanted her, there was no bitch that he didn't want to boink with. Pulling back to meet those iridescent gaze, a smirk planted on his lips. "I am no stranger to bleeding, I quite enjoy to tear things apart." His vocals were soft, no need to speak loudly since they were hopefully in close quarters.