Moonspear are you up right now?

”You think you're speaking with him? Or do you know?” he pushed then, features turning roguishly. It seemed as good as any of a time to let her idly pet his ego, not that it needed any light petting. She had known his plans from before, when he had tried to take the weald for himself. And it would have seemed, even from the playful banter here and now that she did not hold his failed attempt against him.

His head turned to her in full, his muzzle brushing against the downy tuft of fur at her ear.

”I know you would make a lovely queen,” he continued, ”it must be tiring to always wear the princess title.” Dirge drew in a breath then as though there was more to say, but no words came. It wasn't just his ego that needed the petting and in the pull of passion he had almost thought to offer to steal her away again. But she would not go, he thought, she would not commit to the course he wanted to forge ahead with.

Yet he did not withdraw from her, and exhaled gently against her.