Hushed Willows Take two

the tone of the call didn't escape his notice. when he got near enough to smell the woman that'd made it, it all made sense. cortez considered himself an educated, worldly man, relatively immune to more base pleasures—yet the scent of her sent something primal through him, a tightening of his stomach. he drew close, though far enough away to withstand any prickling temptation.

hey, he greeted, dipping his head gracefully (as he could) to her. what can i do for ya? he had an inkling of what exactly he could do, but he'd let it fall out her maw before making any sort of open assumptions.