Lake Rodney You're a bad girl, missy Vixen.

As soon as the female turned to observe him, he had a funny feeling in his chest that went all the way down to the pit of his stomach. There was something about her posture and the way she moved as she walked toward him that made him self-conscious, nervous,  and excited all at the same time. As such, conflicted with all these different emotions, Shrike didn't quite know how to react, and so he stood, tail half-flagged, watching her with an unusually bright gaze as she came toward him, allowing her to approach him without moving away at all. She was suave, and graceful- he took note of that immediately. 

Her voice was silky when she spoke and came to a seating position. Feeling as though she expected him to sit as well, he did so, influenced easily by her charm. He was so enchanted and surprised by her that he hadn't even realized that he didn't understand the first word she'd spoken, but knew she'd greeted him with the second. He gave a bob of his head, suddenly aware of the fact that he was nowhere near as svelte and suave as she, and greeted her back. "Hello," He said, his voice somewhat scratchy in his throat.