The Heartwood You want me to stay

Her pensive silence is loud. He lets out a quiet hum of contemplation. Oh — so it is my face then. He thinks absentmindedly, almost disappointed at her lack of reaction. Actually, scratch that, definitely disappointed by her lack of reaction. Now, that’s no fun. 

Yet, despite himself he can’t help but burst into a deep bout of laughter. He lowers his head a bit due to how hard he’s laughing actually. A toothy smirk that seems much more easy going rests over his maw now. 

“You’re too serious, cariña. Lighten up some, I’m not gonna eat you. Eldritch would have my ass.” Santi hums as he plants his hocks onto the soil, moving into a sitting position. “Bet I spooked you, huh? You look just about ready to run for your life.” He shrugs then. “I don’t blame you, I would if I were you too.” 

He leans in closer this time, ghostly gaze locking on her own. “C’mon, you need more confidence, cariña. Yell at me, tell me all about how disrespectful I’m being. I don’t think you have it in you.” He dares back. He wants to see if he can actually rile up this docile little creature.