Ravensblood Forest salt wavering

he pauses.
her claws trail, her voice goes all soft, and his grin doesn’t move—but something in his eyes flattens. dulls.
the fuck d’ye take me fer? he mutters, pulling back with a snort. some horny dog? ain’t even lookin’ fer a tumble right now. just a favor. he turns his head, eyeing her sideways now. when i want it, ye’ll know. til then—save yer breath.
he spits off to the side, then jerks his chin. i’ll get yer water. stay put.

im good to continue or fade here, up to you!