Mount Apikuni and he wrote it down RIGHT THERE (HIGHLIGHTS!)

Not a lion, but a lamb, came to meet the fearsome warrior. Except he doubted this was some Jacob and Goliath story, unless the woman hid a slingshot really well. He trotted toward her, noting her already-submissive posture with a quirk of a brow. His body still hummed with energy unspent, but perhaps he'd channel it into other ways. Less productive, sure, but. . .

What's up? Verx asked, cracking a wide smile. He cast his gaze over her gilded, dappled form, lithe and trim. He could snap her like a twig. Were all the women around here, apart from Takiyok and Blodreina (and that Kazimir chick), so dainty? You called?

He stretched, almost catlike, feeling his muscles ripple and flex beneath his coat, which was beginning to shed lightly as the days grew warmer. Then he shifted, waiting for her response.