A frenzy comes over him, the need to devour, to rip limb from limb. But more than any of that is the need to hear a yelp, to see how she will react. She flies beneath him, so small, so fragile, and he attacks without relent... at first. Her whine has excited him, drove him into a frenzy, but what piques his interest is that instead of pushing against him and trying to escape from beneath him the girl pulls her feet closer to her chest and LICKS him under his chin each chance she gets. Instinct coats his mind, the knowledge that what she does is submissive behavior and it both soothes and rankles. Soothes his pride and rankles because he wanted a fight. Still wants a fight.

She moves dangerously close to his neck but Blackthorne is intrigued. He allows her this knowing that her tiny maw could cause little damage.. and if even if it could he felt a sort of exhilaration at how close she was to the pulse within him. It grounds him in a way that he has never felt before, his mind stilling to the outside world and focusing solely upon this moment. Their connection. With each lick his snapping slows, his tail rises, and he exerts a sort of dominant force over her. It exudes off him, power and strength, and he freezes for a moment as she wraps her teeth around his neck.

He lets her.

Within her grasp, for that tiny minute, he shivers in passion and delight. She pushes her way out from beneath him as he remains still for a moment, making sure to press his paw deeper into her so that it leaves a mark behind. Almost he jerks his neck away so that he can FEEL the pinch of her canines, feel the flood of pain that would spark his bloodlust. But before he makes that decided jerk she releases him and licks his throat. Then she sits beneath his chin, head beneath his and pressed into his chest in such an odd way.

"You." The word breathes from his lips in a wave, followed by a resounding growl from his chest. He does not look at her but follows her gaze. It is an odd moment with her huddle beneath his head, not fearful but clever. "Where do you come from?" Once more he speaks and this time it is a demand more than a question, his ears falling back with his need to know. To possess.