This Doesn't Look Like New Orleans

She was a temptress, a goddess in the flesh and she knew it. Her paws were but a whisper on the ground as she slithered towards him. There was no harm in looking right? Her words would drip from her lips like liquid velvet, forming like a blanket to slip through his ears. "Maybe I did summon you, maybe not?" His words were nonchalant, noncommittal followed by a languid lift of his shoulders as he closed his eyes for a moment and smirked. Acidic green eyes would open again as she introduced herself and a slow smile would slither it's way across his lips. "Venus?" Her name would roll off his tongue like an earthquake, a rumble starting from somewhere deep in his chest and reverberating up. He couldn't lie and say he was no tempted by her, he was in fact quite attracted to her but beauty only go you so far. Did she have the brawn to back up that beauty? A quick tongue to whip others into shape? He loved women who were nice to look at but it was what was on the inside that kept him around and won him over. "I am Kylar, King of Arcanum. What brings a damsel such as yourself to this neck of the woods? You smell of a pack, tired of home? Need some? More exciting company?" His words were a soft throaty rumble, verdant gaze never leaving her even as she circled and examined him. He would not move, standing tall and statuesque above her. Blackened pelt moved as muscles rippled beneath his skin, shifting as skull turned to follow her though paws would remain planted. Yes? She would do nicely.

Speech!