Kintla Flatlands it's the hap-happiest season of all.

If he had thought Bazi was one to keep him on his toes, then he was sorely mistaken -- and a sardonic snort escaped him in that moment as his eyes flitted over the silver she-wolf in a moment of disbelief. She was toying with him, that much he knew, and he was quick to give a shake of his head. "Darlin'," he rumbled, a wry grin of his own just barely flitting on to his cream muzzle. "You would break."

Scimitar was not a flirt -- he didn't even know how to, and so instead of coming up with something clever to retort back with, he stood there for a moment that stretched more in to an awkward minute than a drum roll before a grand line. "Though a distraction would be nice."

Fail.