Moonspear addling in ephemerality

Sorry for the delay! I'm struggling with him a lot more than I should be.

They are dancing an age-old dance, one that Lazarus is keen for, although his desires are immutable; his lust for her is paramount within his mind, but she does not know this. She cannot know, not yet, not while she covets the pale boy the way she does. He is the biggest threat to Lazarus aside from the whims of the dark woman. She may not want him in the manner he desires, but he will find a way to make it happen. For now, he is keen on watching her body as she strides by him. He observes the subtle changes in her posture, the tense of her muscle, the curl of her tail, and then she is moving in to strike, and he lets her. She clips at his ribs and he does not move to stop it - savoring the touch as openly as he dares, his rumble transforming in to something far more passive, melodic even. A croon. He slips around her as a pale mimicry to Amekaze's efforts, and slides his teeth close to some part of her, tasting her fur between his teeth.