Ghost Lion Crag Ride or die.

okay -- arcturus was clearly out of his element here.

he had been so certain that what he had heard was a miscommunication; so certain, he would have bet the spear on it.. but then the woman spoke again, a little more clearly (arcturus had time to barely register that her voice seemed somewhat clouded), and what she had said was exactly what she had said before.

he blinked rather stupidly, clearly taken aback by both her forwardness and by.. well, the situation as a whole. arcturus was male, so of course he had envisioned his future when it came to bedding women -- but he had never thought it would be the other way around.. that a woman would come to him with a terrifying amount of confidence and ask him if he wanted to fuck..

"uh.." arcturus' ears were so flat to his skull it was like they had disappeared. gulp -- he was trying to answer this as politely as possible.. as he caught a thin vein of something (maybe to do with that snort of incredulity) that suggested his time to answer appropriately was running out. and that scent - that god damn scent - it was clouding everything, and he couldn't think or speak clearly and he was so confused about all of this. "i.. i don't know how." he admitted lamely, his cheeks burning under a ruff of black fur. this was so not how he ever planned admitting to anyone that he was yet to lie with a woman. he felt stupid and so uncomfortable, and a flicker of shame licked along his stomach as he looked guiltily at the woman that was, in this particular instance, far more man than he.