Stavanger Bay Everyone knows how to fish...right?

As she puts herself down in a comical type of way he shakes his head to her. His own smirk consorting his face handsomely as he watches her facial expressions intently. 

Don’t worry big guy... He chuckles at her nickname and the potential of a next time. Something he would be down to do again. The spar was fun, especially when his company is a beautiful, pitch black shewolf with those too bright turquoise eyes. He can’t stop staring at them, perhaps she spitting him under a spell. 

Yet he finally registers that she is asking for his name and who is he to deny her that. “Donovan, darling. I don’t remember you giving me yours either.” He comments smoothly, golden eyes practically glowing into he moonlight as he gazes to her with a certain interested quirk in his eyes.