smell like liquour u been out all night

Yami might've felt confident about this so-called easy meal, but one look from Firefly (a small slip of doubt, a frown of concern as he looked over the edge again) and it was clear his burly body wasn't acclimated to mountaineering. If he looked for too long it was like the world was shifting away from him, rolling from his shoulders, and he feared being swept up in the sensation, so he stepped back from the ledge.

Uhhh how about you dive down there and grab it? I wanna watch you move! A flash of his winning smile (looking a bit green) and he settled back on his haunches, his ears twitching at every tiny bleat of the weakened fawn. The man licked his lips, feeling the warmth of fresh saliva fill his mouth - and he looked at Yami expectantly, hungrily, expecting her to do the work just this once.