For the Love of... *Sigh.*

Relief washed over him, but the grey brute would not let it show. He had displayed enough embarrassing weakness for one meeting, thank you very much. "We share that view," he said shortly. To be honest, this charade was wearing thing. The jests were fun to a point, but he had never been the patient sort. As this 'soul-brother' seemed little to no thread, he allowed any previous worry to wash away. She observed that he had not continued their game, to which the male rumbled, "Perhaps I grow tired of frolics." Her smell was decadent and he found himself less and less capable of lighthearted... merriment or whatever it was they were engaging in.