Sun Mote Copse When I dream, I’m doing you all night

Santiago grins when the voice meets his auds once more. The upwards tilt of his scarred mouth is sly and curious, but not distinctly malicious. With the same confidence showing in his smile, he moves casually towards the direction of this alluring voice. He doesn’t aim to find them, but only be closer. 

“Una joya solitaria, eh?” He parrots back in a throaty hum. At their second words the Reaper chuckles huskily. “Quizás. But what would you want from a ruined old wolf anyhow?” He inquires back, but silvery orbs hold flirty interest.