Ravensblood Forest You're breaking up, you're on your own.

his greeting is met with a fair warning -- the messeda boy stops, calmly taking a couple steps back before sitting. ah, hormones. his body instinctively responds, feeling a heady rush course through him, but he does not feel the need to risk those beautiful teeth (hers or their swarthy leader's). 

"my apologies if this is an inopportune time," samothes says smoothly, "i've no desire to... interrupt your..." er. he makes a vague gesture with his paw, adopting a slightly sheepish mien. he still half expects constantine to burst from the trees to scold him (which makes the moment a little more titillating than he'd like to admit).