Duskfire Glacier [m] diet mountain dew

faust let himself be pulled, feeling the warmth of her pressed against his side. she was always so eager, so full of life—it was contagious in a way he wasn’t sure he wanted to fight. his ear flicked as she kissed his temple, and he exhaled through his nose, something between a scoff and a sigh.
well enough, he muttered, though the weight of sleep still clung to him. his gaze swept over her, the brightness in her eyes, the way she practically vibrated with excitement just to be near him. it made something tighten in his chest.
he tilted his head, brushing his muzzle along her jaw. you went through all this trouble for me? his voice was quiet, rough like gravel, but there was something teasing beneath it. he glanced at the meal she'd prepared, then back to her.
what do you want in return, then?