Cedar Sweep i’m not ready

     Embry was surprised at the male's swift, transmogrified sentiment. In a span of mere seconds, the newcomer morphed into a ferocious beast before his very eyes. Growling, the honey-golden youth thrusted his face away from the gnashing, pearly-white fangs of his oppressor.

     He had to admit - as much as he would have liked to play the smart card and hightail the hell out of there, he was intrigued by Issun's bold tactics. Maybe he could learn some new tricks, eh?

     His stubborn, impartial nature forced his body into an instinctively defensive posture. He pivoted much like that of a frightened, albeit entertained (and grinning), cat. And then, as though his contumacious mind was not yet satisfied, he summoned the most asinine words he could find (hoping, no doubt, to cause a scene per the typical Embry):

     "Make me, why don't ya?"