Wondering Eyes, Wondering Soul

He would watch her lying there, hoping he wasn't disturbing her rest by announcing his presence. The King had only meant not to frighten her, though judging by her sudden jolt upward and summersault, he noted that he had failed at his intention. A smirk snaked across his lips as he watched her settle herself, legs splayed and eyes wide. She was a pretty thing, stormy grey coat with intense blue eyes, and her shock at seeing him only added to her appeal. But the King wasn't here for a lady. He wagged his tail gently to show he meant no harm, allowing ears to fold slightly. She greeted him, seeming to have caught her breath after her momentary shock. Good, she was recovering. Gerhardt dipped his head gently, reclining back onto his haunches and curling his tail elegantly around his hips. Amethyst eyes would gaze gently upon her with no hint of ill-will. "I'm sorry I frightened you," came compassionate lyrics. He had not meant to give her such a shock.

He joined in her brief laughter before she commented on her appearance. "You look no worse than I." The King had his fair share of leaves and debris clinging desperately to his coat, and he hadn't taken the time to remove a bit of it. Though he wasn't splayed out after an acrobatic feat, he still felt that she looked better than he - mostly because she was indeed female. "I'm Gerhardt Mathias." He would leave off his title and home for now, as the King had long since learned that formal announcements were often lost on rogues and the like. "Did I wake you?" Gerhardt certainly hoped that he had not, but if he had - it had been worth it.

"Speech"