The Sunspire Death Is A War[M] Blanket

The male continues his onslaught of disgusting touches until he doesn't, and the second he leaves Clay's personal space the prince takes in a breath of air that isn't soured by the behemoth's scent. "I'm not small." is all he says in return, angered that the man would call him such a thing. Angered that his insults do nothing to drive the man off, and instead, lull him closer.

He doesn't know how to feel about the warm touch to his ear, the shiver it sends down his flank, and the slightest bit of drool clinging to it that makes it cool to the air around them. He knows now that Donovan is looking for something other than fighting and bickering, and while the thought repulses him, it's not enough to drive the prince away.

"You don't know my name, nor if im a lone wolf... You think i'd give myself up so easily? To some no-one mutt that doesn't even appear to be worth his hunt?" Clay tsks with a flick of his tongue at the man, repulsed by his shoddy attitude. He aims a bite to a ear in return, a small one just enough to draw blood at the shell if it were to hit.

"I'd be too good for you."