Which are you?

His pulse quickened, pupils dilating as the game continued and the promise grew. Was this stranger like him or was he stringing him along? It was a dangerous game to play if the latter was the case. Intrigue caused his whiskers to pin forward as Valentine continued to take in the fine specimen before him.

For once he stirred as the other took another step to his left (Valen's right), his chin tipping modestly to the side as he sought to follow the other's progression. The chocolate brute's smooth voice reached his ears as he murmured a soft question, "And what kind of prey does this one prefer?" It was nearly unheard of to find someone so willing to play, to tease. The King was lucky indeed. Easily matching the other's hushed tone, Valentine's voice dropped and he rumbled, "How cliche would it be to say tall, dark and handsome?"