Flycatcher Downs how many girls have you now

His amusement only seemed to grow at the growl as he watched her hackles raise. Eyes sparkling, he sat back on his haunches, muscles tense just in case, but he looked relaxed as he yawned, his big incisors coming from beneath his lips.

Shaking his head, he blinked almost sleepily as he spoke. Now, pretty lady, I didn't mean that you insulted me. I was just stating my side. Wanted to explain my reasoning you might say. I don't want a fight. Would rather not hurt anyone. He bowed, stretching his body and subtly wiggling his long razor sharp claws. Sighing as he sat up, his head went to one side, grinning. Now, did I insult you? Seems like I did, or...do you just not like me?