Hoshor Plains Looking for life

Donovan rumbles out a deep laugh, the sound reverberating in his chest. His voice a silky smooth baritone and his teeth showing in a devious smirk — he’s up to no good. “This could be one if you want it to. We could use some entertainment, darling.” He comments darkly. Like his voice could cut him from just the sound of it, his tongue a Blade always to be sharpened even as he lets loose the teasing endearment.

At the sound of his name though, Donovan hums thoughtfully. The name sweet and sour on his tongue as he parrots it back to him. “Aries, huh?” Then he takes a step forward, muscled shifting pleasantly in his massive limbs. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He purrs with a voice of scarlet sexual appeal yet still underlined with maliciousness. “But I’d leave if I were you. You two can settle this on another day. Or if you refuse, I can help him settle it right here, right now.” Another step. “I hope to meet you again someday. For now, you should go.” He comments like it’s the only option that shows in his favor.