Hoshor Plains A hunting we will go

When her eyes grew sad he frowned, releasing a soft sigh. He hadn't meant to drag her mood down like that with the tales of his woes. But as the flirtation registered in her mind she was quick to turn a lopsided grin upon him and sassily return the flirtation. The almost innocent playfulness that she had about her made her seem like a newborn fawn attempting to engage in play or maybe a mischievous pixie. He didn't seem too old? He laughed at that fully, his eyes sparkling with amusement "Aye Cailín amháin, but I am nearing middle age." He replied falling easily into his native tongue, referring to her as playful one.

Curious to how she'd react to it, he belly crawled toward her and flopped onto his side, placing his head just on top of her paws. "But you're quite young. You've never experienced a man in any way have you?" He asked, his voice taking on a more husky tone as he peered up at her with questioning blue eyes. He was attracted to her for sure, but not just physically. He thought she was sweet and beautiful in spirit too from what he'd seen of her so far.