Blackfeather Woods Through the Cold

Vandal peered around at the infirmary, his cold blue eyes taking in minute details of the room till his gaze gradually returned to the white form of the Conjurer. He stared quietly at her, his eyes fixed on the woman, one could say, that is, until his silvery ears began to swivel a top his head as the sound of her voice filled the vast, silent room. Though it was her words that caused a devilish smirk to creep its way across his lips and Vandal's eyes briefly peered to his ivory socked paws, ”Well..there's many things I'd like to see really.” The male said frankly, tail giving an amused sway behind him as he brought his gaze back to Potema's, ”But I know, out of them all.. I'd like to see more of you.” He winked, pearly fangs revealed in a wolfish smile, ”Even if it means bringing a meal or two your way sometime - as I know how little time you get to yourself.” He said with a more angelic look about him this time.