Lion Head Mesa The sun doesn't give light to the moon assuming the moon's gonna owe it one

He wanted to ask who's decision it was. He wanted to ask if he could meet them and work out the terms of this agreement, but he was a man, after all—a young one, often led by things that didn't involve logic. He was calculating and collected most of the time, but he had his weaknesses like everyone else. And this woman seemed to know that, or assumed his weakness based off of experience. 

So his questions were forgotten for the moment as his expression finally softened. He answered her silent invitation and stepped across the borders, brushing his nose through her nape as he stopped near her. His tone was soft and playful when he spoke. And what would you like in return?