Fox's Glade Get nothing done

Ah, he could almost smell the terror radiating off of his sweet, chocolate pelt.
His voice trembled now. Oh, he really had scared him.
The once brave-faced youth with a nasty tongue cowered before the lanky gentleman (if you could call him that.) ​

Earp withdrew. He wanted to. But he needed to control himself.
There was no point having desire if he couldn't control it. That's where it got messy, and he wouldn't be able to feel such pleasure from his malicious acts.

"Not today."
He took a step back, tail swishing.
A gleam of yellow-tinted ivories shone out of his gums in a grin.
"I'll find yous anot'er day, love," that would keep him thinking. Waiting. Expecting.