Lion Head Mesa [sc] [M] Diamonds Under my Eyes

Wonderful! A man with a philosophy, Machiavelli chuckled once more, a warm smile spreading over his lips. What a clever boy you are, you might just do well here after all, he reached out a dove-white paw to brush against Izaiah's shoulder complimentarily.

Machiavelli laid his fair head down upon his paws, listening to Izaiah with the knowing expression of someone who could have heard the same words fall from his own mouth. His stained-glass eyes remained fixed on the newcomer, glimmering with a mixture of amusement, and something darker.

Hmm... He let the sound linger in the air, his tongue flashing briefly over wetted lips. I think I can appreciate looking...imagining. The words were soft, almost ruminative, yet they carried an edge that made the air around the pair crackle.

The man rolled onto his back, gazing up at the stars dancing in the distance. Have you had anything to eat yet, Izaiah? he asked finally, his voice a gentle murmur that contrasted sharply with the ferocity of his gaze.