Gyrfalcon's Keep That I could be looking for

A reaction swept through her before she spoke, before anything, like a precursor, or maybe he simply anticipated the rejection - because Tetsubo was not so surprised when he witnessed her withdrawal, and felt nothing, though his brow did lift. Her voice was firm. A beast accustomed to control, no doubt. And he, being a monster attuned to the needs of those better than himself, adhered to her instruction without hesitation — although his stillness could easily be mistaken for that same thing. He did not move from his spot, and watched as her ink-dark figure retreated from his own. The gap between them lengthened and Tetsubo remained fixed to that one spot, his breathing even, and his body slack but ready to react all the same.

He watched her. Silent, perhaps predatory to anyone observing them - no doubt unnerving to the woman - and as he waited for further orders, Tetsubo grew bored. Or maybe not bored exactly. He anticipated something, and while he waited it felt as if a wave of ants had crawled in beneath his skin, and he became reactive, impatience dominating him, and then when he could not hold his composure any longer he leveled his gaze upon her face and chuffed, I mean no harm. It was the truth. He had been merely curious, and with no order from his lord to follow, he was left to his own devices with what to do about her and that intoxicating scent she carried. For Tetsubo that meant to study, because he could not make up his mind — although within moments of speaking, his body seemed to react in ways he had not anticipated, and he canted his head away from her to gawk at what was hanging between his legs.

Perhaps he should have felt embarrassed. It was an awkward situation for anyone else. But he saw his body reacting, felt a flood of some kind of chemical through his body, and seemed to shrug to himself - whatever, not important, the woman was more interesting than the swelling of his own parts anyhow. He murmured something similar to, Oh, and then adjusted himself again, lifting his head and watching her silhouette and the silver of her eyes.