Sun Mote Copse A runaway once more

Her partner in crime seemed aglow as the strings of the setting sun wove their way into his gilded pelt. The shadows basking a portion of his face in their darkness, applying a devilish look to his visage. He looked at her as if she had grown a pair of wings and he worried that she would fly away. His gaze spoke the words resting on his tongue, flattery no doubt. Her varnished eyes quickly flickered down to her mitts self-conciously. She was agast at her own reaction, scolding herself inwardly. With any other male she would have easily tempted his desires, but it was hard to do so to him with out becoming impulsive herself.

His laugh, combined with his easy gait, brought her warm gaze back to meet his. "Dunno. I guess I thought it would take a bit more persuasion, is all." She easily fell back into her uncanny wit, her own laughter bringing a sparkle to her amber orbs. My, this one was sarcastic. The comment about their beginnings did not fall flat on the fae, causing her to give him a false look of disappointment. "Now now...You'd think you knew how to treat a lady. Ladies don't fight over caribou." She molded her face into a faux scowl before allowing it to spread into a devilish smile. "We prefer to land our own meals." A hint of humor lay in the corners of her mouth. 

She spotted his outstretched forelimb before it even crossed her path and bounced around it with ease, a toying smile playing at her lips. He seemed to be enjoying his own efforts - she aptly decided to make it a wee bit more fun. His words were all the incentive she needed. Her next words were low, spoken directly beside his ear. "Sometime yes, but usually in another way." More along the lines of wishing to ravish her intimately - of which when they asked she would always politely decline. She proceeded to loop her way around his front side, her pace provocative yet threatening. She walked near enough to him that her tail dragged upon his torso as she made her way around. It was only when she resumed her position at his side did she stretch out an ivory paw - its course intercepting his path. "Two can play at that game."