“The finest ass I’ve ever seen,” Ira murmured in a soft purl as he grinned at her deviously, his eyes dancing with sensual mischief. Ira was not consciously aware of the sexual connotations his words held despite the fact that he had reached the month mark where his curiosity and exploration with the opposite sex would begin to take hold of him. He chuckled under his breath when she attempted to make herself into a pretzel - at least that was what it looked like to him - to glimpse at her own rear end, sneering when she sniffed it. The insolent Princeling watched with subtle amusement as she in a manner that lacked elegance threw herself down beside him, close enough that he could feel her side brush against his, the contact eliciting little jolts through him though he remained unaware as to their meaning and therefore did his best to ignore them. He had not, though he did not speak this to Bones, ever hear of Romeo and Juliet, though her plan was diabolical - especially the sneaking around part he was very, very good at sneaking - though the ‘love’ bit caught him up.
“Well,” Ira drew on an expel of breath. “That’s a morbid love story.” That admittedly sort of fit in with his morbid mind - come to think of it why hadn’t he heard of this story before? Love. He repeated the word in his mind. Love. The thing that destroyed. Yet…Jinx swore to him that his curse did not cause her miscarriage (it was still too in coincidental for Ira to believe her just yet). He was lost in his thoughts when Bones nipped his ear so much that he didn’t even say anything in regards to it. It was only when she pounced upon him, the weight of her body and the pressure of her forepaws wrapped around his neck as she chewed on his ear did he break out of his train of thought, squinting at nothing in particular. “You want to write a love story with me?” Ira asked her abit incredulously. First the kiss, then the talk of a love story.
Could it be that Bones was trying to tell him something, Ira wondered. “Is this your way of saying you want to date me? Because if you want me all you had to do was ask.” He told her bluntly, taking the chewing of his ear like a good sport Ira was not known to be.