Firefly Glen because you feel like a heartbeat

He had only Known one way of thinking. One way of being. Doomed forever to be the outcast, the freak. The Unnatural. Drawn to his own sex, and his own sex only. So why did this Fae, this being that neither looked nor completely smelled like wolf, draw his eyes over her body so wantonly? 

She stared at him, wide eyed, as though he had hung the moon around his neck. For a moment he expected her to recoil in fear or disgust...and yet she stayed. 
Instead, she seemed to relax, a soft smile on her face. 
"You...are... absolutely beautiful..." He breathed. He blushed, pinning his one good ear, Bashful. Her name was as Etherial as the rest of her countinance, and for a moment he resisted a laugh- her, an angel, and he, a devil. 
At her question he was snapped back to earth, and shook his head. "A little tender still...but I'm alright. I...I'm used to nursing my own wounds." 
There was a note of sadness to his voice, and he caught himself wondering how this enchantress had managed to bespell him so well...