Morningside Cuesta your ex-lover is dead

He misses the smirk; a blessing in disguise, as his pulse is already slightly uneven hearing the chuckle. His gaze is trained out over the plains, watching the way the land rolls out before them. One ear flicks idly at Zamael's question, and he nods, glancing back to him and then pointing with his muzzle again toward the valley. Then he turns his gaze fully to the man, pausing.
There's something restless in his moonlight eyes, though not critical; he wants more than just small talk, chatter to fill the silence. He glances him over, taking a slow step closer — then another, so he could reach out to touch him. He leans closer as if moving to touch his cheek (if allowed), eyes sparkling.
Then, he nips the side of his neck playfully and dances a few steps away, tail waving. A playful grin spreads over his face, expression hopeful, though truthfully he's not sure how the gesture will be received.