Larksong Grotto Come Meet Your Match, If You Dare.

Charley couldn't be sure if the female was always like this, or she had a liking for him. It seemed that neither was quite the case, technically, but oh well. Ignorance is bliss, right? As long as she WAS being nice, this should be an interesting evening. The "tortisehell" male had gotten not just a smile but a LAUGH from the girl.... And even he had to admit, it gave him a particular satisfaction that he couldn't place. Not his usual feeling of victory after he'd conned someone, but a sense of pleasure rather that came from a real accomplishment. She gave him a sarcastic, but friendly, response, and another laugh! Boy was he doing good. The cherry on the cake though was her agreement, and pleased rumble resonated from his chest.  He trotted along after her, curious as to where she held close but more interested, in the moment, in watching her movements. Though he tried keeping his blue eyes on the path, but they just kept drawing back to her sleek strides, her confident step. He could feel a pull towards her, though he wouldn't admit it to even himself. 
           "Gonna gimme a hint darlin', or is it a surprise?"
The words slipped from his mind out his mouth before they became thoughts, and this time was mildly surprised. He was known for his tongue, he ALWAYS thought his words through. For just one second, he played with the idea to stop, to say just whatever came to mind. Could he really do so? Not yet. Not until he was more familiar with her.