Neverwinter Forest Simple things

He was not hasty in his reply. Instead he watched, noting each bit of bodily reaction. She was not quite smitten, but nor was she appalled by his presence. Something about that led a grin to curl along his lip.

Brows lifting with curiosity, Fenrir watched her feet carry her a few paces back. The woman's mere aura carried a sense of fear, but she would not be quick to admit it. Smart, not gullible, but not completely free of innocence either.

The sun gives birth to day, then departs when the moon must do the same for night. Both are equally important, but neither are more pleasing than the other. I suppose that means you and I share a taste for both. It was a riddling answer, best given by a master of trade. Bewitchment was nothing something Fenrir was new to. When intent upon figuring out how to best captivate, one must explore the present options.