Verdant Basin she may have died; we're looking into it.

Artaax gave a soft, pleased growl at her words. He began to preen the fur at her neck with his teeth, is mind wandering again to the dirty things as hope began to spark again that he might actually get to do them tonight, even though there had been no real shift to suggest he would. She was just so alluring, so near, and so very pretty. And she totally wanted him to, damnit.

He paused when she continued, finding her question to be a bit absurd. Artaax lifted his head to look at her, his expression showing the barest hint of his puzzlement. "I said I would," he said, his expression then shifting to one of confidence, "I do not lie." Deciding that likely settled the matter, he went back to kissing her neck.