Stavanger Bay Well it's too late

Unlike most people Osprey had met during spring madness this and the previous years, this fellow was actually willing to comply and not make any advances, unless he was invited to. That way he earned a "+" in her good books and didn't kill the muse of playing and enjoying their time together. Having a partner that was arrogant enough to assume that the world owed them everything was annoying and unsettling in many cases. 

Osprey held the young man's gaze for a long time, admiring the unusually bright blue color, which reminded her a pair of gems, then letting her eyes travel to have a quick overall look of his body. Finally deciding that it was enough time wasted just looking, she raised from the bow and approached the male with stiff legs and tail raised and wagging in a mock-dominance, coming as close as he allowed and leaning towards him to have a sniff at his nape. Should he let her progress, she would grab it and put one forepaw on his back.