His eyes flickered past the girl of earth-tones and white, but it was as if she was a magnet- his eyes returned almost instantaneously to her form. Winchester felt his heart quicken, his paws began to itch as if he needed to move. Whether he wanted to move towards her or run away he could not discern. It was almost as if he felt his heart settle into place, a caged bird that had finally stopped its fussing. It wasn't terribly long until she noticed him as well, and he noted the stiffening of her body and the pause of her breath. There was no mistake- she was bonded to him, his imprint. No matter what expression he had intended, a dumbfounded, silly grin stretched across his maw as she approached.

Winchester heard her words, but not entirely. He could hardly focus over the hammering in his chest and the swirling in his stomach. Everything felt so... warm. It was a peace that he had never felt before, to be around her. He managed, at least, to pick out her name... Lucille. It was beautiful, precious and perfect, but so was she. Feminine, adult, coy, and sly- just her luck to be stuck with an unassuming nobody like him. Winchester straightened from his slouch and tried to get his head on straight, but he couldn't wipe the lopsided, toothy grin from his face. "I-I'm sorry. I must look so stupid. You- You're just... wow." He felt a blush spread beneath his fur and he chuckled, glancing downward with a sheepish expression.

He couldn't believe it! The boy wondered if this was how his parents had felt when they first met each other. Winchester looked up at her again, his eyes suddenly going wide in shame as he seemed to fully come to his senses. "Oh, jeez. I'm sorry. I'm usually not this... dumb." He cleared his throat and apologized, shuffling a little bit before standing up, resuming his natural slouched posture. Even though she was shorter than him by a good bit, his affect made him appear far less obtrusive. There was a smidgen of self-doubt in the back of his brain... what if she didn't like him? What if this was a... mistake? Winchester cleared his throat again.

"My name is Winchester. Or Winnie, or Chester. Whatever you want to call me is fine." He gave another bashful smile. "I'm really lucky to have such a pretty girl as you for my imprint. It's nice to meet you, Lucille." Anyone could be charming if they tried, right? She seemed so mature and sure of herself... the last thing he wanted to do was look like a child.