Neverwinter Forest But we see it, the rest of us. And we lie.

"do you find yourself in grave danger with me?" he chuckled, drawing forward on broad pale paws. it was interesting to be recognized so easily, titillating even though there was no hunt to be had.

"asmodeus," he purred to the sable ranger. closer now to see her ruff and the proud, watchful arrangement of her lamplit features. he had been correct about her looks. 

"well, maybe you could use a hunting partner," he suggested brazenly, an arch coloring his brow over the blackrock of his stare. asmodeus liked the cast of her voice. "what's yours?"