Ravensblood Forest im stealthy. like a ninja

Conan rises, shaking himself out in a practiced move that ruffles his fur and makes him appear roguishly handsome. Lia had forgotten his ways: his near constant attention on his appearance, the way he flitted from woman to woman the way a bee might a flower. 

She should be annoyed but instead the doyenne only smiles fondly at his familiarity. 

"I could say the same for you," she returns easily. Truly, he is a fine specimen of a male but it takes more than looks to sweep Lia off her feet.

"Ah, I see. Should I leave you be then?" She enjoys speaking with him and their easy banter but perhaps he would rather be alone as he intended.