Horns or no horns, she likes what she sees so far. As he talks - his accent curling deliciously over the words - Thal casually adjusts her stance against the counter, spine arching like a cat as she hums. The melodic sound isn't dismissive or disagreeing but perhaps suggesting there's more to her tastes than finding someone willing to submit to her whims. There are plenty of spineless fools she can drag into her bed, and yet, she's standing here, eyes fixed on someone she hopes won't be as easily intimidated with what she's looking for.
Her grin sharpens as he leans forward. Although she isn't fully convinced he'll be able to scratch the itch she's been unable to reach, at least he's promising. Between the vicious scars, sharp claws, and body ink, he's screaming 'bad boy' in all ways but one.
Tilting her head, Thal angles her glass towards him with meaningful correction. "Confidence is sexier than flexibility." Something he might consider if she's going to give him a chance. As he lays out the offer, she lets the question hang in the low din of the bar like it might go unanswered while she takes a long sip from her glass. It's perhaps punishment for waiting so long, or for bothering to phrase it as a question, but she doesn't immediately jump, running her eyes over him once more to determine if he's worth her time.
Finally deciding that he is, Thal flicks her tail, chin tilting up as she meets his silver gaze like the ocean meeting the horizon. "Lead the way."
Her grin sharpens as he leans forward. Although she isn't fully convinced he'll be able to scratch the itch she's been unable to reach, at least he's promising. Between the vicious scars, sharp claws, and body ink, he's screaming 'bad boy' in all ways but one.
Tilting her head, Thal angles her glass towards him with meaningful correction. "Confidence is sexier than flexibility." Something he might consider if she's going to give him a chance. As he lays out the offer, she lets the question hang in the low din of the bar like it might go unanswered while she takes a long sip from her glass. It's perhaps punishment for waiting so long, or for bothering to phrase it as a question, but she doesn't immediately jump, running her eyes over him once more to determine if he's worth her time.
Finally deciding that he is, Thal flicks her tail, chin tilting up as she meets his silver gaze like the ocean meeting the horizon. "Lead the way."
we care so much until we don't
Thalassa
