Emerald gaze lingered on his form, she could see the growing restlessness within him. Awww…. wasn't this sweet. Had he missed her. Velveteen tongue slipped languidly over ivory fangs. She could felt the heat welling in her body once more, her little hunting trip doing nothing to calm her spiking nerves. To be honest Dægmar wasn't sure how long she could keep this up.
She watched him begin to devour the serpent then she grinned as he nearly choked on her question. Dægmar's stomach flipped for a second as Lyonovei spoke, for a second she thought he was admitting he wasn't into women. That would've put a dampen on the whole thing. Of all the males to run into while in heat she wouldn't be surprised if she'd managed to pick a gay one. Thankfully, though it just seemed he was perturbed by the temperament of most of the women he'd met. So many were hellbent on monogamy, on clinging and claiming a male as their own. Dægmar was far more spirited. She would bother taming him.
Dægmar let out a laugh. "No, only a cantankerous soul-brother. I find the whole… mating for life thing to be a bit over-rated." The mottle wraith turned her head aside as if she were suddenly bashful. "You do say the sweetest things." Eyes turned back to him suddenly, blazing with lust. "You know… you didn't say truth or dare…." She took a few steps forward, seeking for her nose to be only a few inches from his face, her breath spilling like smoke between them.
