Hushed Willows Gentle on My Mind

The boy had begun to sweat a bit under the woman's assessing gaze, surprised and unsurprised at once by how intimitatinching he found the girl to be. She wasn't imposing and yet, her presence commanded a sort of respect, not to mention that Dante was a fool for her. Ah, such a damned fool. 

His maw flicked back up when he heard the brightness in her tone, watching her carefully as she rose to her lean, silvery legs. He belatedly met her gaze, once again stumbling to get an answer out. Well, I mean- I'm not- uhm, like, a singer or anything, but yeah I guess I've sung a bit, he laughed nervously, his pelt twitching at the look on her face, nothing good could come of that look for Dante. He was certain he would do pretty much anything for the girl, though he wished not to embarrass himself any further than he already had so soon. His nose scrunched playfully at her as he awaited what shenanigans she could possibly have in mind.