Phoenix Maplewood Tree dancing malinois style

Embry's eyebrow heightened with puckish demeanor at the girl's final advance upon the tree. Admittedly, he would be perfectly fine with letting her simply win the small affair. But where was the fun in that?

Touché. After all that mess with the ring and the strong waves of ammonia that filled the air, the sandy brute was almost relieved. Maybe now he'd get the chance to understand the fae — find answers to validate how one could be so quiet and yet so bold. Indeed, there was an important lesson that could be learned from the fledgling. 

Seeming to have lost personal interest herself, he watched as the youth drew closer; his mouth readjusting its clamped possession with a hint of apprehension. His blue-green orb eyes followed, with cow-like attentiveness, the ascent. It was so surprising to the man, who, after all, had expected such approach to be far from high on the stranger's list, that he only tilted his head and tried to smile around his prize.