Haunted Wood Darkness Sweet Darkness

At her words, Nico's eyes gleamed and the corner of his lip quirked upwards in a wicked smirk. He watched as she brushed against him, their fur touching before doing the same to his left side. He raised an eyebrow, and grinned, turning his head ever so slightly to nip gently at the back of her neck, if she allowed him to. As far as he was concerned, this was just a game, a game he'd played so many times before and a game he wished to win once more. Obviously, the soldier knew the odds were against him, but he didn't mind; he'd always loved a good challenge, even if it ended with him losing. "So, darling," he murmured, lingering near her, but not close enough to touch.

"What'd you say about showing me a taste of your bad side?" The male knew not of where that would lead, but it would be interesting, he supposed. Besides, if she decided to take advantage of their closeness and attack him, well, a soldier had quick reflexes and he'd learnt from his time in the battlefield to never let his guard down. Ever.