His smile grows ever larger at her retort and she can’t help but feel a giddiness bubbling up inside for being able to make him laugh. She was enamored with everything about him; pure and simple. He was a smooth talker and with looks to boot, the poor girl didn’t stand a chance when she had met him. It had helped that she had become more comfortable with herself and her new family as she realized what good Moladion could do for her. The past experiences that she had with her abusive mother had done nothing but cause her to retreat into a hardened shell of the girl she was supposed to be, but now she feels more vibrant, more alive than before. She has Coquette and Malachi to thank for that but now she has found Blackthorne as well. She doesn’t know exactly what it is that has her so enraptured with him but she does know that the endearment that she feels for her family is entirely different than what she feels when Blackthorne is near. It sets her pagan soul on fire.

Caesura’s dark eyes dart down bashfully as her ears lay back, a coy smile taking place on her muzzle as he speaks again. ”A stalker, hm? Do I need to call the guards from Taviora to keep me safe?” she teases as she looks back up at him, her skin growing hot as her eyes meet his. She knows of his darkness, she had seen it in his eyes the day they had met, but she wasn’t afraid of it. It just drew her further into him. His smooth tones caressed her ears as he spoke highly of her abilities and expressed his need for her in another situation. The witch in her was intrigued and ready to show off her talents but the jealousy, however small it was, prodded at her to find out who these friends were. There was no way that he was a one-woman kind of guy and there was equally no way that other females weren’t fawning all over him elsewhere. Perhaps she can do a bit of recon as she completes this dirty deed.

His dark essence wraps itself around her as he closes in on her space, their muzzles nearly touching. Her heart beats heavy in her chest, her inky eyes trailing up to his as his scent nearly intoxicates her in the moment. There was barely need for him to try and convince her to do this for him, she was ready and willing to do whatever was necessary to win his affections. She didn’t care for the pack or the resources that could be offered - she was a free spirit and could find whatever she needed elsewhere if necessary - all she wanted was to follow him, her dark prince. For a moment she was speechless, caught up in his proximity, but eventually she breathed a reply. ”Who is the target?”