Blacktail Deer Plateau Fustercluck

The rush of heat caused by his dream returned when Lasher spoke, as ever flattering and enchanting Peregrine with his fanciful words. The Alpha male felt at once pleased and embarrassed. He felt... drawn to Taltos. At the same time, he naturally resisted this attraction. He was a guy's guy. He was also heterosexual. Weren't his children living proof of that?

"Oh, yeah? I don't think I've ever been called beautiful or lovely before..." He trailed off, then chuffed and admitted, "I kind of like it." He paused, then swirled his tongue around his mouth in a thoughtful fashion before asking, "If you like me and think I'm pretty"—he fluttered his eyelashes—"then shouldn't you be trying to, like, woo me? By bringing me flowers and writing me poems and shit?"