Two Eyes Cenote Does he speak to you now?

The tomboy Dwin was - she had never considered flirting with anyone on purpose. So her bold and cheeky move and his dumbfounded reaction caught her by surprise as well. What had begun as a good natured tease had quite abruptly become something entirely different. She felt both confused and gleeful, while simultaneously whacking away the tiny, annoying thoughts about propriety and common courtesy that just kept creeping out of the dark corners of her mind.

"That's the wrong answer," she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "If you meant to drive a Blackthorn away, you had to tell me that you were hopelessly boring," she chuckled and stepped back to give him and her some breathing room. "Don't worry - I do not intend to snare you in holy matrimony," she tilted her head to the side and regarded him through narrowed lids. "Just yet."

She paused, allowing to sink that in: "I offer you a paw in friendship. I see that you are a curious character with a sharp mind that is a little foggy and you will definitely benefit from some rattling in form of questions. And that's my trade. What do you say?"