Bramblepoint With the new day comes new strength

A moment in thought and she was churning out an answer easier than he had expected. Here too there was the thinnest of threads laid bare; the urge to pick at it and pull until something unraveled was tempting. But Dirge had enough mysteries as of late to go fumbling about and though he did love entertaining himself, deciding if she wanted him out of her hair or simply wanted a safe place to tuck away took too much effort.

"I thank you," he hummed in response, his smile cleaving his jaw in two for a moment. This would make things much easier; the primal pleasure was not hidden—Dirge had come there to actually hunt. "Though fairly, I am also willing to share if you wouldn't be opposed to joining me. Better end of a trade to get a meal and a place to bed down don't you think?" His smile had tapered to gauge her reaction and already in part to betray the prior of whether or not her politeness was a farce. Maybe she did want him out of the way, once she had a place to tuck away.

"No obligation to, of course," he added.