Just A Friendly Face...
A light smile and a rumbling chuckle tickled his tongue when she spoke. "Shame, I think it would suit you well." He watched her carefully, hungrily, as the proximity between them grew less and less. His brow rose at her remark, this woman was quite the fascination. She was witty too, he liked that in a woman. He wondered about the possibilities of adding her to his collection, but as it was, he would have to go through a great deal of trouble to get her considering she belonged to a pack already. Oh how the world was full of dilemmas and decisions that needed to be made, but for now he'd cross that off his list of things to do at the moment, and perhaps indulge in a bit of fun instead.
"Hmph, I'd figure you'd be the type to accept such compliments no matter the status they are. I only tell it like I see it, and what I see before me is a queen of beauty." He didn't care whether it was cheesy or cliche, he had but one thing on his mind and he had a feeling he'd get it, the two of them satiating each others desires on this fine night. He drew closer to her slowly, head slightly tilted forward as her breath brushed his whiskers. Her eyes were certainly entrancing, and her perfume was enveloping his senses. He was sure he wouldn't be able to control himself if this teasing act went on a bit longer, but why kill the prey when you could torture it instead? With deliberate slowness, he decided to approach further. She seemed to be in a rather playful mood, so he'd gently nip at her cheek as fur brushed against fur. An invitation of sorts.
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