[As he accepts her invitation, she does the same for his. Her leg slides up and hooks over his body, pulling him closer to her as he continues to speak.

Her eyes flick toward his as she sees the rise of his wolf, but for once instinct has her skipping past them rather than lingering. She looks over his face, his neck, the way his body rests against hers. Eun draws her hand over his arm, palm moving first and fingers trailing after as it slides up and down over bare skin.]

I wonder if you'll enjoy all I have to say, if I'm being honest. You're talking to a girl who has never once uttered the words "make love" together in her entire life. The things I might say to you may seem crude by comparison.

[He's a beautiful, elegant man of obvious taste, from a time when manners were far more widespread. The differences in their ages seems of little consequence when they are both werewolves who will be long lived and seem about the same age. But would he still enjoy the sides of her that are rougher and unpolished? He treats her better than any man she's ever met; it's obvious he respects her and has no interest in changing who she is. But she hasn't shown him all of her sides yet.]