Ankyra Sound Nothing more to say

A quirky eyebrow was raised at her suggestion of 'Lele being lunch. With leathery lips turned into a wry smile, he playfully said. "Oh, I quite like the stench of the salty sea; it adds some extra flavor. Are you sure I can't take a bite?"

Half of Lele's face had been torn, bruised and battered by a vicious attack; of course his honey-brown eyes had observed that. However instead of being judgmental or staring at it, Dragonfly hoped that between their silly jest and odd banter she would be unaware and in a bless instead of being consciously reminded of it every now and then.

"Abso - frikkin - lutely." His answer to her question was positive; those suspicious prey, how dare they. How dare they do what? "They dare to run away whenever I want to hug them." With an impish smile, he added. "With my teeth." Yes, because what sort of prey wouldn't want to roll out the red carpet to end up as a predator's snack?