Fairspell Meadow mister, i've seen scary and you ain't got his smile

An extra second of thought would have driven Bane to believe that the night sylph had nefarious reasons behind her call. It was suspicious, from end to end, but Bane was not a cautious wolf. His eyes sought out her curves, drinking the intoxicant shapes and textures without restraint and allowing the scent to drive his actions.

Closer prowls the wraith as her voice, it's sweetness enhanced by nature's tricks, fill the air around him. He stops just inches away from her, invading her space, knowing how much she hates desiring it. My name? he grins, aware of the endless possible reactions she could have to him revealing his identity. 'Bane Blackfeather' he told himself in thoughts, but his lips wanted to deceive. As much as I am dying to know your name as well, I don't want to ruin my enigmatic image... So far it's kept you coming back for more... he says, slowly morphing his baritones into a whisper that only she could hear.