Duskfire Glacier you black out when you talk too much

A curl of his ashen tail followed the boy's one word answer. There was a certain charm to his directness and it was something he had begun to appreciate despite only having met for a matter of minutes.

He willed himself to release the last bit of tension as his companion returned the gentle touch. Warmth spread where teeth met skin as butterflies bloomed in his stomach. A brief nose of the boy's cheek as he willed him to stay a moment longer.

"Call me Goldeneye," he offered the final piece of the puzzle before readying himself to leave.