Redhawk Caldera Dude, Don't Even. 《M rated, naughty words used. Maybe.》

Street catching his breath, Ashton stared at the darker gray scale girl.
She wanted to eat him. Holy hell. He'd have turn the canabolic situation to something a bit less bone chilling.

"Well, ya know, if you're into that sorta thing, go for it. Personally, I think I taste a bit like grass. Hell, I've eaten so much of it, I just might be. "

With a tentative yellow paw, he reached out and knocked a couple of the round and ripened dark Burgundy orbs to the ground. After them, he wrapped his limbs as much as he could around the wide trunk of the tree, sliding down with his claws lodged in the bark.
After hitting the ground, the golden soon-to-be healer pawed a pom to the stone flecked babe.

"Enjoy it while it lasts. Next time, I'm sure as hell not going back up there. "