Hideaway Strath I taste you on my tongue

Patroclus presses further against the Grandmaster, the warm of their combined bodies making it just that much more pleasant, it is quite cold out after all. Still, the brindle males interest is piqued when the other asks if he is fit to spy. It truly makes him think for a moment. Only supplying him with a contemplative hum and an easy, rather lazy, smile. 

“I would have to get to know you better.” He admits. “From a strangers point of view I would lean towards a yes. You seem eager to work. You’d fit in easily to the packs I’d have you spy on.” Then his mind wanders to @Zsuzsa. The midnight woman with the longest, most beautifully slender legs he’s ever seen. “We have a wolf that is on a long term mission. She’s made herself at home in another pack in hopes to gain information.” Then he pauses, a humorous laugh bubbling up from his throat as he says “I hope she doesn’t get too comfortable. Though I say this in good heart, I don’t doubt her loyalty.” 

Then his golden orbs look back down to him and they’re sparkling with that familiar flirtatious look in them. “In conclusion; I think you’d be a fine spy, princess.” He teases. “Perhaps you’ll have to prove it to me one day.”