Phoenix Maplewood if everything is honey, & i am what i eat...

A faint sigh of relief slipped from his velvet lips as she assured him there was no immediate threat concerning her well-being - only that she had gotten herself into a sticky situation, quite literally. "It's not causing you any discomfort is it?" he asked with a furrowed brow, nose wriggling as he leaned close to inspect this so called sap among her porcelain maw.

It gave off an overbearing sweetness to the air, one that made him quick to withdraw as the corner of his lips tugged downward. He did not know what it was that ensnared her and was not given much time to wonder either as a question rather unrelated to the situation reached his ears. A warlord? He couldn't blame her for assuming such an occupation given his flawed appearance, but such a title was hardly his to claim. "I am a champion" he corrected gently, "a faithful servant to a master I have yet to find."