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Castel's smile didn’t falter as she teased him, but there was something dangerous behind those amber eyes. Her light-hearted manner didn’t escape his notice, but neither did her assumption that she had him figured out.

“A snake in the waters, bonita,” he repeated, savoring the words. “I slither when I need to. And when I strike, it’s quick and without warning.”

His last words were emphasized by the snap of his teeth, reaching out for the tail she had tapped upon his flank. He caught the very tip of it between his teeth, though his bite was not harsh, more of a playful nibble.

He had had more devious intentions... but they quickly faltered, died out with the joyful demeanor of the lady. It would darken even his cruel heart to be so mean to her.

Mischeviously, the coywolf rolled onto his side, letting himself plop down upon the ground. Though warm enough, winter would be upon them soon -- and even the desert was subject to her biting cold. He reached a paw towards her plush fur to bat at her side softly, letting his eyes roam across her pretty face. "Castel Escuella, or La Serpiente!" His tone was dramatic, overexaggerated.

He grinned. "But you, hermosa, may call me just Cas." With that, he rolled back to his stomach, head falling into a mischevious tilt. "And your name?"