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

Scimitar was very much out of his league, and while he thought the silver female might have put the conversation to rest when he had taken her bait, she instead ran with it -- and it somehow now involved his manhood.

He himself had to resist the urge to run then. It would certainly be easier to do so, and then once back on Creek lands, he could lick his wounded ego quietly. Blinking down at her, a small snort of amusement escaped him. He chose deflection instead -- somehow, it seemed easier when the conversation was not about him. Especially when the topic itself involved his in question gifted area. "Do you have notes to make comparisons?" It was a light tease -- but certainly something a female might easily become offended by.

Somehow, he felt he would have a hard time offending this one, though.