Firestone Hot Springs i saw a lion kiss a deer

He was so used to giving ladies little nicknames he didn't realize what he had done after he saw a flash of dissapointment in her eyes. Not every girl liked to be called sweety, darling, or babe. He had learned that the hard way, through bites and snarls.

Uh-oh. He thought trying to easen the atmosphere with his hollywood worthy smile, "No need for the sass, girl. Let's establish names then.", he offered while graciously but never like his father dipping his head to the lady.

"Finn Ollivander, king of the hot springs, he barked with a relaxed tone while taking a seat in front of her, his olive eyes melting into hers. "And who might you be? " he asked with a smirk.