Fox's Glade Magical musical break-up hospital

Pyg is actually still up and walking, not asleep! :)

The chuff drew his attention from wandering thoughts, and Pyg turned his gaze, only for it to land upon an absolute angel of a woman—tiny and delicate, with a pelt of curled ebony. Her eyes were more verdant than the glade, and he found himself lost in them for a long moment, dazed. Positively stupefied.

After a pause for composure's sake, he found his tongue again. Good evenin', miss, Pygmalion said in his quiet burr, lifting his chin in a gentle smile. D'ye live around here? Is it a place a man can get a good night's sleep? 

She could tell him to piss off, and still he'd be enraptured. But she had approached in the first place, and so. . .he thought the chances of that were slim. God willing. Best case scenario, he could inveigle her into at least giving him her name, and where she made her den.