Moonspear you're not a romantic.

somehow comforted by desdemona's response, the sea-wife straightened slowly as if to depart. and yet something held her here; the inner spirit whispered and she turned her slender muzzle back toward the warrior-woman. "would you — i have," and here kukutux faltered, flushing with irritation at her own stumble.

"i am hunting the weasel. i invite to you come with me, if it pleases you."