’..A cat… I didn’t know my curly-earred lover was back.’ Yup. He walked right into that one.

The sharpness of her reply was far sharper than any thorn that has ever torn at his flesh. By the gods had he missed it. Missed her. Sharp, golden eyes follow her movements, openly admiring the arched curve of her sleek neck and the way in which her locks of brandished gold sway to a unheard tune with each rise and fall of her breath. Despite the years together and apart, there is still a fiery glitter in her eyes that causes his own heartbeat to quicken its staccato beat. Hyacinth has always been a challenge, and he adored her for it.

She does not move away as he closes the gap of space that separates them. He does not miss the flit of her glance to the left and right as though the thought was crossing her mind but she remains still. The coquettish grin that slips across her frosted features has his own wolfish smile widening, despite the backward turn of his ears as he feigns insult. ”At least you think me handsome. Suppose that means I am doing something right, huh?” he murmurs, his tone dropping in octave as she stretches to inhale his scent. His own ash-dusted nostrils flutter, inhaling the damp salt of the ocean and the aray of floral fragrances that cling to her own. She was the epitome of Atlantis encarnate. Beautiful to look at but holder of its own deadly secrets just beneath the surface. Annubis has no doubt that the fiesty seductress before him was just as likely eviserate him as she was to caress his toned form. ”If my scent isn’t quite up to par for you….” he begins, taking a cautious step into the small space separating them, extending his whiskered maw to touch her shoulder. Multifaceted eyes glitter suggestively as the cocky smile transforms itself into something akin to a knowing smirk. ”You could always bathe me yourself.” He finishes with a chuckle, remaining nearer even if there was a very good chance her teeth would find him in repremand.