Golden Glade mustgrave

He raised a brow, the corner of his mouth twitching into something between amusement and incredulity. A short, dry laugh escaped him, the sound barely more than a scoff. That wasn't... me trying to sleep with you, he said evenly, his tone laced with faint derision.

His gaze flicked back to the fox, now split in two between her teeth, before returning to meet her dark, humor-tinged eyes. After a pause, his head tilted slightly, his expression calm but faintly curious. I don't even think I know your name.

The words were pointed but not unkind, leaving the air between them charged with quiet tension and unspoken questions.