Broken Antler Fen icetone

Idiotic as his flirtation was, she seemed to respond to it at least somewhat. Unless what she asked was actually a perfectly innocuous question. Her scent had put him in that mood, though, so he would hear seduction and desire in every word.

"Very," he answered, his voice dropping subtly in depth. He took a few sauntering steps towards her, nonchalantly allowing his gaze to wander for a moment before swinging it back towards her. "Are you so opposed to warmth?" he asked, "Warm can be comfortable. Cozy. Satisfying, even." He eyed her, a flirtatious smile slipping across his muzzle.