Hushed Willows furnace

Good, she said quietly.  Because I like it.  Banner's eyes shone with a playful light.  Insecure thoughts fluttered in the back of her mind - was she being too forward, assuming too much, being too affectionate? - but she pushed them back.  It felt almost familiar for her to continue on with her display of affection by rubbing her crown down his throat in a languid, deliberate manner until her cheek rested against his chest.  She let out a contented sigh and closed her eyes to revel in the feeling.

I hope it didn't take up all of your morning, she murmured conversationally.  She recalled then what he'd looked like when taking down a crane all those weeks ago.  He'd been brilliant, a graceful and precise hunter, who took down his prey in what seemed like an instant.  Surely catching the small cerulean songbird hadn't taken as much concentration.  But smaller creatures tended to be tricky due to their size.  That, and the whole point of his kill had been to present her with feathers for her collection.

Oh!  She hadn't considered that before.  Banner cracked open one eye to give he small carcass another once-over.  It was in pristine condition, as she'd expected.  Hell, if she attempted to take down such a small target things would have been much more.. bloody.  More like an unmitigated disaster.  The Beta let out another affectionate purr.  You're quite the hunter.  Her compliment was surprisingly husky, which was odd for words that weren't meant to be sensuous.