Moonspear making the rounds

If he said he did something, Charon usually did it; at least when it came to these kind of things. He wasn't really one for bluffing, and he wasn't bluffing now; he fully intended to drool all over Pyx' face if she denied. He actually had expected her to just give up, because from when they'd first met he thought she didn't have that much of a spine, really.

But surprisingly enough she didn't give up, instead saying she'd never say the stars were the coolest. And so Charon, hovering over Pyx, let a tendril of drool drip off the edge of his lips while she struggled to get free.

Only at the very last moment, just as the tendril of gooey drool was about to disconnect from his lip, did Pyx manage to push him away by a paw at the right place - a sensitive one - between his ribs and he rolled to the side. Where the tendril of drool landed he didn't see — her face, some other part of her, or if he'd missed altogether.