Redhawk Caldera MY BOOODDYY'S TELLING ME YYYEEAAHHEHHH

Trick carried his sophisticated aura with him as he sat down. It was not normal for him to do so, seeing as how he was small for the average male and he didn't want to appear any lower, but seeing as the female sat, he only found it fitting to follow. He had met a shy pup once, and she felt more at ease when he sat, he thought. Besides, he had made quite a trip, perhaps it was good to rest.

She seemed to have manners- good. Trick hated barbaric females who had forgotten their femininity. He didn't think of females as any less than males, he just preferred them to act like what God or whatever was up there had made them. Or maybe it was just a fetish he secretly had- take your pick. 

She spoke, and his left ear twitched. She had an accent, and being the traveler he was, he somewhat recognized it. Iceland, if he were not mistaken, but he wouldn't go into detail. Hell, he wouldn't even ask about it. What is a fine dame like yourself doing alone at dusk without company? He sat in his honey sweet voice, smiling a charming smile.