Ghost Lion Crag Ride or die.

She arched her spine, trying to goad him into mounting her, yet still he did nothing. Towhee didn't hear his question, naturally, but she looked over her shoulder and saw his continued hesitation. She couldn't decide whether to glare, roll her eyes or smolder. Why was he putting on the brakes at a moment like this? How was he resisting the irresistible the display right in front of his face?

A thought broke through the feral hum inside her head. "Don't worry," Towhee said in an even stranger voice than usual, "you can't knock me up." She faced forward again, staring off into space for an instant, before snapping out of it and twisting her neck around again. "No strings attached, buddy, so either stick it in or I'll find someone else who will."