dxmonicpaws:
there is something in the way she looks at him— as her gaze travels up and down his form ; he guesses it won’t be all bad being in human form, especially if he holds the interest of beautiful women such as her. arms cross over his chest as he too steps within the space, her space… well, as close as he could get that the bars would allow. tell me, her words ring and he’s ready to give some kind of answer, not quite sure which kind of answer but he’s interested, color him piqued. then there it was, a question he really didn’t know the answer to. honesty, worth a shot right, “not sure, never had the occasion, not really…” not in the way she might be thinking. “perhaps a four point five out of ten. why?”
it was the answer that made her laugh. four point five. precise, definite even. low on the scale. perfect. with him as close as he was, it would have been so simple to reach through the bars to touch him, to gauge his body’s reactions to such a thing. but she didn’t. those fingers came up to take hold of a bar, instead. “because i have need for a body.” whether it was to paint, or to assist she hadn’t quite determined yet. “and i particularly like the look of yours.”












