"So, now that we're at your place'desu..."

A surprising cocky sneer finds its way on the wolf's face as he drapes his jacket on his shoulder and fixes his hair up. There's no trace of the innocent, cute, naive-looking and harmless romantic.

"Asobi'dayo?"

His eyes are predatory, his smirk hungry. His stance and posture confident and a little bit intimidating, but all the more alluring for it.

"Ne...You know I don't bite, desho? Come on....just relax and do what I tell you."

by seiretsym