For the Love of... *Sigh.*

Heat flushed under his fur. It wasn't even round one and he'd already fucked up. The man rolled his eyes in a desperate bid to cover his blunder, hoping the fae wouldn't notice that she'd startled him. It honestly had been quite some time since he'd partaken in such frivolities. Still, her tone remained sweet, and dare he say it, intoxicating. He was being taken in by her spell a bit faster than he might have wished. In the end, her siren's song ended with a simple word: Truth.

Oh, the possibilities that opened up for him. His eyes narrowed and a wry smile found it's way to his lips. He quirked a brow at Daegmar, looking he up and down as if weighing his options. Maybe he should start simple like 'How old are you' or 'Are you planning to kill me when my back is turned' or 'Do you have a pox on your genitals?' But then where was the fun "Truth, hmm? The hell you're putting me through, you haven't the slightest idea. I'm a curious man, you see." And there's much I want to learn about you, he restrained.

Finally he latched onto one of the thoughts fluttering about in his mind. "Do you belong to any band or faction? If you prove entertaining enough I might have to steal you away for further... games. I'd hate to have to fend off a set of companions." His tone was light, but the words still carried a hint of threat, as if he would actually do such a thing. Even he, in all his arrogance, was uncertain he could tame a woman such as this one. "And... dare."