[m] The Weight of Living

However much he was annoyed at the simple answer, he enjoyed the air of mystery around this fae. At her last words he leaped up, eyes glistening. He stalked around the beautiful girl, eying her from every angle. He stopped at her side, then extended a single claw and tickled the bottom of her chin. He carefully drew it slowly across her neck, her belly, drawing it along until he reached the base of her tail. Then he leaned in and licked her cheek, before following the same path the claw had taken with his tongue. Slowly, so slowly, he drew it along her flesh.