Sshhh... Do you hear that sound? He growls into your ear.

The handsome brute had to hold back a laugh as he could tell that his attitude was getting to the female. Her audettes were flattened to her skull as the two continued to look each other over. His grey orbs continued to watch her movements, taking in her reactions to his words. This was why he enjoyed interacting with others. He was not trying to annoy her on purpose, but his cocky, flirty attitude was how he interacted with every being. It was also why he did not have many friends as when one did grow annoyed with him they often left. But he was not going to act fake just to impress someone or please them. If they did not like how he acted then they could leave and that was that. But this female had not left as many of the others had. Maybe she liked the type of attention he was giving her. There was nothing wrong with that, if she actually liked his presence then it would be a change from the rest of the vargs he had encountered and it would be a good change, refreshing actually. His scarred face smirked at her as her vocals reached his ears, speaking of how the only reason she would need to kill him would be for enjoyment. The male could understand the carnal pleasure that came with a kill, he had experienced it himself many a times, but he knew that he could be more enjoyable to her living.

“It is not the why that matters, boy. Just be grateful that you're still here.” This time his own laughter escaped his throat. If she did decide that he would be better off dead he was confident that he would make it out alive, though he could tell that she would put up a good fight and make it an interesting spar for sure. ”So let’s say you did decide to make an attempt on my life. Do you really think I would stand here and let you end me? Or are you so confident that you think your own skills are better than mine?” His tongue slithered out of his maw to lick at the scar that lined his face, as if to show her that he was no novice in the art of duals. His own pelt was littered with other marks, but the one on his face was the most prominent and obvious, and the one that made most stare. But he was proud of them, it showed he was a fighter, and a skilled one at that.

Her vocals reached his ears once more, the last few sentences coming out as a purr as she sat very close to him, their nares mere inches from each other, and their pelts showed the contrast between their two colors well as the female closed the space between them. “Don't flatter yourself, fool. You have yet to entertain me. As a matter of fact I'm still waiting for the show to begin. This encounter is merely the opening act, but the attempt on your life, as you so eloquently put it? Now that's the main event.” He knew that she was playing with him just as he was playing with her. Now that they were closer he could feel the warmth radiating from her body compared to the snow that was under his paws. He did not think that she was really going to attempt to harm him, but should she try he would be sure to show her the skills that had allowed him to live as long as he had. ”Well then my dear, by all means begin your entertaining show. It would be quite interesting to see your body move in a way that would be interpreted as threatening.” He winked at her with his words, gaguing her reaction carefully. He knew he was playing with fire here as his grey orbs looked over her white form. He watched her carefully should she take the bait and decide to leap at him. His muscles were always well toned and ready for anything, and Padfoot’s confidence showed in his voice.

When the ebony brute finally asked her for her name, she refused him, backing away with a giggle. His audettes perked at the sound as he felt he cold wind blow through his pelt. “I would, however, love to know what they call you.” The male got to his paws, shaking out his pelt as he did so. ”You are an interesting female to say the least. Why would you think I would give my own title when you will not? Is it because you have something to hide and you fear giving me any type of knowledge about you? Is it because you have secrets of your own with your own demons and monsters chasing after that you that you must keep your identity a secret?” He tilted his head to the side, as if he was really curious about her name and why she would not share it, though really he could care less. A name was barely any information at all. He was learning more about her just from being around her. ”I, however, have nothing to fear and no dark ghosts from my pasts chasing after me. My name is Padfoot, since you did ask so politely.”

That's the sound of your death. His claws scrape against stone.
Picture and table credit to Alesana <3