Hideaway Strath let's store the pint of blood to cash in

Kynareth’s own tail can’t help but wave innocently across his hips as she leans in for a nice little lick to his cheek. His bright eyes glancing at her with merry mischief when she mentions him owing her something. At this he tucks his chin slightly and looks to her beneath a quirked brow comically. 

Of course she meant the nice, warm meal, but Kynareth’s mind goes south for the winter. His brows raise and he’s looking at her with an interested, but surprised look. “Damn, I thought I was going to take you to dinner first at least.” He laughs to her, obviously joking. Yet, she could probably tell he was slightly not joking.