Redhawk Caldera what the heart craves

"Oh?" she asked softly, sweeping her paw in front of her in an innocent manner. She was teasing him, but it was fun watching him get flustered and more angry by the moment. Shy was small, but she was swift. She could outrun this brute any day. "You're quite the guardsman. My father would have enjoyed your service." She giggled softly, smiling at him in a coquettish manner. Would he bow to her whim?

Probably not, but she was having fun trying. "How do you know she's not here? You don't even know her name." Shylock moved slightly, letting her body unfurl for his eyes to feast upon. Though she was young and quite rash, she knew how to use herself to her benefit: let him look upon her curves, her sleek coat, upon the hips that would bear good children. "You wouldn't refuse help a lost girl like me, would you?" She blinked her lashes slowly, tilting her head toward her shoulder in shyness. Would it work?