Heron Lake Plateau punch drunk

Well! He picked the right girl, obviously. But of course he did, he had great taste. She sounded like the ideal candidate for the charming side of his bet; had he been thinking a bit deeper about it, Ambrose would realize he was being an absolute dickwad by making this decision. It was a dick move, plain and simple.

Her offer to fight brought a laugh to his lips. He couldn't hold back at the idea of sparring with her, filling the air with his booming, meanwhile his tail was flipping about at his hocks. I was hoping to have a little bit of fun - sure, I'll take you on. I'll try to go easy, don't wanna bruise that pretty face. Oh god did he just wink?