The devil may cry

His paws were quick to take him to the female, who he towered over. Somehow, the raven had managed to stay on his back, though looked distinctively disgruntled. Oh, how perfect. A small, defenseless female lying on the ground, ripe for the taking. His eyes gleamed, and he strode confidently toward her.

"Hello, ma'am. May I comment on your beauty?" he was feeling a tad sophisticated tonight, and decide to be civil to the female for as long as he could. This could be a game, one to test his limps before he... No, don't tempt yourself, he scolded himself. He tried to appear as if it were perfectly ordinary for giant, handsome strangers to randomly flirt with strangers at twilight.