Larksong Grotto Come Meet Your Match, If You Dare.

Aspen didn't answer him right away and he was beginning to sense the fight within her: and perhaps a little war of his own. He thought about neither, however, for he was too preoccupied listening to her voice. Such a nice voice....
What?
The silvery female rejected his requests with a playful ring to her words, and Charley took a gentle swipe to her tail with a massive cream paw.
      "Awh, you're no fun sweetheart."
 He laughed, and would have continued if not for the sight before him. 
She was lit up in happiness, gazing out over some lake. The only reason he tore his eyes from HER, was to avoid hurting her feelings. A breeze rippled the crystalline surface, and it was indeed a pretty sight. It didn't, however, compare to the female talking of her love for it. 
       "Beautiful."
One simple, unclear statement. She could assume he meant the spot, as would be rational, but even Charley knew he meant her. Her sudden rawness hit deep, cracking the beginning of his walls. The massive patched male had a slight, deep urge to protect it: her, her feelings, this place.... 
Caught off guard again? So many conflictions because of one pretty little lady.