The way that Nakoda returns her own gaze sent shivers through her. The good kind, the kind that tells her he is just as interested as she is, though what does she know of the brute? It is possible he is a huge flirt and that in the presence of her he will dote upon her, will hunger for her as much as she hungers for him, yet the moment they are apart he may yet wander to find him another to lust after. That, of course, could not happen. Mahr would make sure that never happened and that Nakoda realized that by the fate's call he was now completely hers. Unless death claimed her then Nachtmahr would stalk him to the ends of the earth. She would tear the jugulars of any he decided to favor with his attentions and she would use whatever wiles she had to keep him near.

She blinks at his words. My love. A pleased purr rolls through her chest in response to it, her mismatched eyes gleaming in delight. Love is not quite what they have in this moment but it would suffice. Her black fur intertwines with his snowy one and she eyes it, delighted in the play of dark against light for Mahr has an unusual eye for colors. Anything different, anything bright and anything dark, it all attracted her like gold attracts a dragon.

Looking up at him she cannot suppress the way her fur rises along the ridge of her spine, the way her tail in turn curls over her back, all at the way he stares at her. The way he leans closer and they share breaths. He is a woodsy smell and she inhales deeply, sucking him in and drowning on his spice. A broad grin, saucy, breaks across her maw at his compliment. Darling was not really a choice word for Mahr, she thinks, but he didn't know about her and that was just fine with her.

He breaks the spell to glance away and for a moment jealousy flashes in her bright eyes, thinking he has already given up his attentions to others, yet it is drowned just as quick when he turns back. She is careful to keep her same expression as before for she has not yet sunk her claws completely into him. Her tail wags in response to his words as she turns suddenly, looking at him over her shoulder, "Indeed, my dear," she replies coyly before trotting off knowing he will be on her heels. "Where do you call home, Nakoda?" Now it was time to learn more about her white handsome soul.