Honeyed Pasture midnight coward

Lennox watched the stark white of the woman illuminate her stance in the night. Her frame was intoxicating and Lenny Boy was ready for her to lull him into sleep. As he strutted from where he'd hidden himself along the treeline, he chuffed his presence out to the young enchantress. 
And what are we doing out so late? He'd turned his charm up as high as he could and yet still the dark undertones of who he really was managed to leak from his maw. You're not exactly what I was expecting to run into but I can't complain. Can I have your name?