walk this way

There they were. Her teeth. He smacked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he quirked a brow at her. As usual, he was completely unconcerned by her display of aggression. "You have such a beautiful smile," he commented dryly with a flick of his ear. He sat up and peered at her, his eyes roaming her ribs and flanks. It was too early for her to show but he had to look. Curiosity was not just for the cats. "Any little slaves in there for your master?" He nose wrinkled in the slightest, as though the words themselves tasted foul.