Haunted Wood Rough Around the Edges

He tucks his chin down and stares at her deviously through lidded eyes. He hums, the sound deep and elongated, a teasing sound. “You look like you were thinking too hard about something, cariña.” He says mock danger laced into his voice. “Ven linda, let me help you think less.” He says the words easily to the she-wolf. They’re smooth, convincing, promising, suggestive, especially with the dangerous glint in his eye. 

Then his smirk becomes less predatory and more playful. “We can spar, yes?” He asks with a wink, seemingly ruining the moment on purpose just to mess with her, turning the conversation playful.