Sun Mote Copse Something happens and I'm head over heels

Was she sensing that he'd been flattered by his comment, or was he merely toying with her? And was he expressing a bit of vanity as he sussed a few tufts of barely unruly fur from his chest, or was he merely putting on a show to try and lure her in? He succeeded in drawing her attention to his coat, how like the shade of clouds before beginning to gather moisture for a terrible storm. Against the snow, he was in contract, but at dusk when the waning light would cast shadows of lilac and indigo, he would be nearly invisible. 

His tone was inviting, but unfortunately for him, Niamh was a reactive creature, and stiffened immediately when he alluded to what she immediately assumed was sex. Given that it was too early in the season for hormones to drive her against her grief, she did not succumb like a satyr to the golden fleece. Still...It had been a long time. Long enough? She didn't know- she wasn't sure what the appropriate answer was, and so, mildly flummoxed by tempting the handsome male into waters she was not even prepared to tread, she did her best to doggy paddle, gracelessly. 

"I....Awefully bold question for you to ask," She accused, though half-heartedly. She sniffed lightly, trying to recover. "What makes you think I meant that kind of fun anyway?"