Ravenshook Cliffs flower moon

At the simple reply Cross laughs brilliantly. What a charmer. He thinks as he continues eyeing the female down. Maybe she’s in the mood for a spar or two? Wouldn’t hurt to try. 

“Well then show me what you’ve got. Spar with me.” He calls to her confidently. “I’ll be gentle.” He grins casually, the usually easygoing smile he usually adorns accompanied with a mysterious twist to it.

Skipping a few feet his head lowers and he goes in to butt her shoulder playfully with his head. If the hit connects without the female moving away then he would’ve pounced away. The smirk he wears open enough to show teeth, his eyes are stuck on her with a playful gleam in them.