The Heartwood heart to heart

She leaned forth, touching her nose where her sister make her mark, and to his surprise, he liked it, sending a rush of adrenaline through his bloodstream. The manner in which she did had only ever been performed by his brother, a relationship he had not explored beyond implication. But despite how much he liked the nature of her touch, he didn't feel towards her the emotion he had once felt towards Cassiopeia. Forcefully pushing the thought of her out his head, his steely eyes settled upon the girl as if he couldn't quite identify how he felt about her action. "Alya." He repeats as if a sultry hiss on his tongue. "Pretty." The yearling makes up his mind with a quirk of his brow and slight upturn of his lip, feeding into the intended emotions she emitted in his presence. Her sudden hostility, he doesn't take note of. Stepping forth and bridging the gap she had left when she pulled away. How far would she take this? How far was she willing to go to satisfy herself with his availability? He leaves it up to her to dictate where their interaction goes, unable to risk ruining the situation or saving himself from it.