Firefly Glen Light Up the Night

Donovan laughs at the males dry tone. The man’s blunt, there’s nothing wrong with that. So finally, while Donovan stands there in all his massive glory. He shakes off the laugh. “You look like you can fight.” He puts out there. “I want to see if you can.” Though at first his tone is normal, it drops down to an inquisitive baritone towards the end, mischief written all over his face. “You look young after all. Young warriors have potential to become the deadliest if trained correctly.”

The brindled male paces, head held tall and his body language confident. “Let me see what you got, kid.” He teases deeply. The smirk underlining his expression an invitation to spar all on its own. Donovan needs some entertainment tonight.