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Unfortunately for his nameless companion, Valiant was not easily distracted from any sort of competition. He had never been a sore loser, but his focus tended to narrow when he had a goal set before him. This was not to say that he was not seduced; it was just that his desire urged him to impress her with his competitive streak before he would allow himself to claim any prize.

And that meant keeping his own out of her mouth.

He'd moved toward her as she stretched, easily drawn in closer even if he wasn't about to let his guard down. It had looked like an implicit invitation to embrace her, and so Valiant intended to! Even though he knew it was really still a ploy for the leaf.

The wrestling match went on a little longer; the isbjørn walked a fine line in his aggression, always stopping just short of full attempts at subduing the beguiling woman. The truth was that he would play her game until she drew tired of it — or he'd intended to up until the leaf was suddenly in her mouth. Perhaps it was that he'd grown too cocky or perhaps it was that he liked to see a proud, gloating look in a woman's eye. Whatever the case, a dramatic gasp escaped him: How dare.

"You're a real troublemaker, aren't you?" he asked her, attempting still to play into a more serious narrative even as a delighted, wolfish grin split his maw. He lowered his voice to a faux growl to say, "You give that back, woman."

He thought that it was his turn to pursue.