Firefly Glen [BWH] chemically calm

Defne meets his eye, watching him with the quiet curiosity of a woman trained for a life of comfort. Well you have not told me your name, so I gave you one. She smiles, abandoning her meal to cross her paws. You don't like my pet name?

Like it or not, in truth Defne rarely referred to anyone with anything but a pet name. It was her way of feigning innocence whilst keeping herself above them.

This one is handsome, she can admit that much. No sign of impurities, large and healthy enough, confident.