Dawnlark Plains ICU

Marcus forced a sneer though he wished to smile. He didn't trust her sudden change in demeanor, as much as he wanted to play along in this sexy little game. Perhaps he still could... just, from a distance. "It's Marcus." He muttered, obviously still flustered by her advances. What harm could it bring to give his name in a land where no one even knew him?

"So you want to rip my face off one moment and now? Now what do you want, Maeve?" The wind brought her scent to him once more, pungent and flowery.