Moonspear feeling so good right now till we crash and burn somehow.

Penn gave her a playful growl as a retort, but it fell short after a moment. A thought had just occurred to him and it was quite a distracting one. This was not the first time recently that his kill had been stolen from him when his back had been turned. But it couldn't be the same... could it?

He felt her move in for the nip, but didn't move himself. And so, she caught him on the eyebrow instead of his nose—not that he'd had any idea what she'd been aiming for. He tilted his head with another little growl and smushed his forehead into her cheek. He didn't really want to get up and ruin this moment between them, but...

No, you know what? It wasn't important enough.

"I have a feeling I might know what actually stole it," he said, "And if you're the one who sent it, then you're real damn good because it's been following me around, stealing from me for weeks." He could definitely see her having the dedication to her craft to play such a long game with him.