Lion Head Mesa [M]No filter on your mouth

Wide eyes, tinged with a flicker of uncertainty, tracked the woman's unsteady approach. Ears, once alert, now curled hesitantly to the back of the fair head, and the tail hovered nervously between willowy legs.

Of—of course; I made a vow to serve you, didn't I? he cooed, Your wish is my command, darling. However, there was a slight, almost imperceptible step to the side, dancing away from her touch, mightn't a healer serve you better?

A smooth smile curled over his maw, Besides, the two of us together in the barracks? Where anyone might stumble upon us? How very scandalous, he laughed with a flick of his paw, the movement slightly strained. I didn't take you for the type.

Are you sure that's what you want? Others may talk, you know, he whispered, his tone a playful tease.