Larksong Grotto All I Need is Green

A ripple of aggravation pulsed through Charley's muscles, tensing up for a brief moment at the pet name that spilled from Zaaviers mouth, but it went uncommented on for the simple fact of his tone: it didn't sound like one that was flirting, but nonetheless did the colored male pressed closer to the complaining Aspen.
"Right, make me work all the harder to look for food for you!"
Chuckling again, irritation forgotten, he went back to joking and having fun with his packmates. He placed himself behind the silvery woman, sprawling out behind her without quite touching.
"Ill be sure to bring you all the fish in the lake then, since you love them so much."
Charley gave a smile and nod to the other male, but fully intended on repaying him somehow in the future.