Duck Lake montefitu

coväh grins, all teeth, like he just won something. maybe he has. her back brushes against his side, light as a breath, but he feels it like a brand. a small touch, an almost. the girl plays coy, but he sees it—the flicker of thought, the way her words roll just a little slower now, like she's considering.
not ex-perienced? he parrots, brows waggling, voice thick with amusement. ah, no worries. lucky for you, coväh very patient. gentle teacher. a dramatic pause, a lazy smirk. unless you like rougher, then—
he stretches, his whole body shivering with it, big and exaggerated. we get there.
his tail taps once against the ground, slow, thoughtful. his tone turns softer, just a little, like he’s weighing something. romance not so bad. maybe girl like. he tilts his head toward her, sly. maybe girl fall for me after all.
he lets the words hang between them, smug, but not pressing. let her chew on that.