Bonesplinter Ravine I need to listen good,

Qvasir’s sharp grin softened into something more refined as Ddoña’s words swept over him, a melody of coyness and command. Her crimson eyes sparkled with the challenge she issued, and for a moment, his gaze lingered on her, unreadable yet steady. Then, with a smooth step forward, he dipped his head low and bent at the shoulders, the bow deliberate and elegant.

When he rose, there was no trace of mockery in his expression, only a deep-seated respect tempered with his signature charm. His voice, rich and unhurried, filled the space between them.

Qvasir, he began, his amber eyes lifting to meet hers, unwavering, at your holiest disposal, Doña.

A flicker of that toothy grin reappeared, playful but restrained, a hint of the beast beneath the surface. You’ve made your kingdom a thing worth reverence, and I would be a fool not to honor it. His tone shifted, warmer now, though still steeped in that glint of roguishness. To taste it, as you say, would be a privilege I’d earn—on my knees, if need be.

His tail flicked lightly behind him as he straightened fully, his gaze locked onto hers, a quiet but palpable promise resting in the air between them.