Could be the devil in a clever disguise

The Pendragon had reason for her more venomous nature, irritable, annoyed and well not being quite right in the mind. Then again, no one said she was sane. Still that dominatestance remained as that head lowered slightly, those frosted cold bearing eyes stared into his own, picking away at his inner workings. The demons were more stirred up then usual, likely due to her accursed season. Something the Pendragon knew that would not go away, until stated. His words graced her ears yet no response was given as she stood there, not edging closer just yet as she watched with a raised brow.

Morgana let him come to her, he was so willing and she was not going to deny him; yet. That head only shifted to the right slightly as he spoke his name. "An appropriate name, for such an occasion." Musing, teasing even her words were. Never tending to remain hard, cold or any other way for long. Least she was angered, then again it was normal for her to be a bit..all over the place with her emotions. "Perhaps, perhaps not." Teasing still, she moved forth only to step beside him; along their pelts to mingle as the demoness decided to begin to circle him; a nip was placed upon that rump, feeling a bit mischievous perhaps.