What really matters

It was quite clear -- venomously clear -- that Bane was not enjoying his company. Caiaphas battered her eyelashes innocently -- ignoring the vitriol that dripped from his words. She had never been called a mudblood before.. but it took a lot more than a simple aspersion to cast the waif elsewhere.

Always one to flirt with danger, Caiaphas took a step back -- turning sideface so the entire of her svelte flank was visible to the Arctic male. Coyly she glanced along her slab-sided barrel towards the fierce warrior, her expression not unlike a coquette's. The siren flicked her tail suggestively, parting her jaws but a bit whilst a hale sigh expelled from her muzzle. "Why don't you try it with coyotes?" She offered provocatively, her elvish expression consumed by dalliance.