She talks too much.

And to be honest, he isn’t listening to a damn word.

The beast stirs inside him, her jaw coming to rest upon his broad back. He tilts his head, casting his deep gaze her way indifferently before putting his nose back into her flesh. He inhales, that sweet aroma becoming stored into his memory. He pauses, stilling the body and… listening.

The blood pumps so strongly within her, heart beating out of rhythm with his own. He allows himself to listen to it, like a song to his ears. He wonders, if the next time he tears her flesh if she would be so… against it again. He muses to himself, a subtle smile stretching across his scarred and rugged features.

She continues to speak though and his ear turns towards her, that opinion of hers of him stated blatantly and without thought. The beast snarls, ripping his muzzle from her bodice and turning his head to fully face her. “you know nothing of me.” the words are practically spit at her, those unruly demons inside burning in his gaze. He recovers, shaking his thick head in disdain. She knows no better, he had much to teach this dame if she were to become his… “your opinion, though wrong, is, appreciated.” he states plainly, it isn’t her fault, his life was simply nightmarish memories within his mind unfit for sharing.

“ will kill you, if you should ever fall short…

This grabs his attention and he perks his ears toward her. Eyes hold amusement before flooding with something dark, daring. “how do you plan on managing this, gypsy?” sounds like a great thing to him, if she is able to follow through.