Bramblepoint The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

Those red eyes bored into Nate, making him feel small and uncomfortable; uncertain, at the top of his list. His eyes wandered, traveling along slim and rather exotic features, as he took in what he said, and balked slightly at the less-than subtle way in which the male addressed him. Pale gaze narrowed beneath an offended brow, and his tail lashed in warning for the stranger to stay away. "I'm not looking for soothing. And don't call me handsome," the Rochester spat through gritted teeth, his frame quivering as if standing taut on the end of his chain.