She doesn't disappoint. Just as feisty as she had been there in the peak and while to some they may have felt disrespected, all Fiero felt was a need to corral her within the heart of his home and never let her leave. His eyelids veil his predatory look that is sent her way, the season that was in play teasing him more and more the longer she was near.

“No,” he draws it out with a smug grin, “tell me again my firecracker just how badly you want me gone, i’ll be sure to get the message this time.” Fiero teases and tests her, careful of her bite that was surely worse than her bark, but when she makes no move to actually harm him like his Switch lady he loses the tensed and coiled muscles that urged him to meet her head on. Well this is different but not at all unwanted.

And at long last he had a name, one he thought he wouldn’t get as she seemed to really ponder over his offerings that meant she’d be heading into the belly of the beast so to speak. His cheshire grin was a dead giveaway that there was more to his simple innocent offer, and she knowing he was her only hope fuels the pep in his step as he moves to let her pull up alongside him. “Marceline,” Fiero purrs her name through smiling lips, hestianly reaching to steal a light brush of his nose against her spotted shoulder, retreating a safe distance before she can set her teeth upon him. She smelled of salt still, and of sweat that made his body eager to get closer but he holds himself back for now.

“Call me Fiero,” he rolls the ‘r’ of his name over his tongue that extends the sound out for her benefit, “or if fuck you suits me better then please, whatever you’d like to call me love.” He chuckles to himself, knowing she’d really consider it as they ace alongside each other, leading her the way he’d come. Thankfully fuego was no longer in sight, surely off to tell his mother that Fiero was up to no good; rotten child, he inwardly sneered.

The oasis itself was a smaller one, not suitable for a bigger herd but it was fine for a small handful of bodies. A glistening pool of water set in a deep dish of sand and hard rock, rimmed by sparse foliage and towering palms that lean over it’s edge, providing shade to any who’d seek shelter here. It was simple and a lot more toned down unlike the lagoon, but Fiero would forever pick the choice before him over ever going back.

“If you’d like some help washing your back,” Fiero leans into her for this once, his breath hot and whispering against her gleaming skin, “I’d be more than happy to accommodate you.”