♠ when will we learn to control [OPEN]

The beast before her seemed to be calming, licking his chops free of the drool that had coated them. She just couldn't take her eyes off of his thick form, riddled with scars of all sorts of shape and sizes. It was clear that he had been in many battles, something that she inspired to be with as well. Mercy was taken aback by the male, stunned by his grace. Not all would find him attractive, but she could hardly take her purple eyes off of him. Clearing her throat when he posed a question to her, she simply giggled softly, long tail swaying behind her as she made a move to try and circle him. She greedily took in his form, scanning every little bit of him. "Well obviously not to you, but I was certainly having fun," her voice was a low whisper, her voice a soft purr. As he called her a thief again she paused, now back by his face. "Does a thief hand back the stolen goods, sir? I think not. I didn't try to run away or lie, so excuse me if that seems to be pride, something a warrior of your statue must have a lot of."

Mercy found that she couldn't sit still, her gaze constantly roaming his yummy body. She was unsure of what to do exactly, with these feelings she was having bubbling up within her. It was odd, but it felt really good that was for sure. Batting her long lashes, she brought her eyes to his face, a coy smile on her lips. "So mister hunky-beast, do I get the pleasure of knowing your name? Perhaps then I can tell you my own, and we can get over this whole 'thief' thing," she may be young, but she wasn't stupid. Pulling back her lips to show off her teeth, she stood on her toes as she muscles coiled beneath her thick coat, ready if he felt the need to prove his point with an attack. It would be an honour for her to fight someone like him, and had the sudden need to dig her teeth into his flesh, to graze and explore all those scars. A flush raced its way up to her face, and she made a mental note to ask Dione what all these feelings were. Even though she was mad at her, it would be less awkward than asking Valentine about it. Blinking, she drew herself out of her head to keep more alert, even feeling bold enough to wink and the lumbering brute.