His eyes follow the flash of blue across her lips, enticed by that subtle slip of color. It would be easy to spend days following the shifting her skin, learning the subtle nuances of the way light played with blue and gold. Almost ordinary, and yet decidedly not. Much more entrancing than the the simple white of his hide, the subtle dappling that provided the only relief in the emptiness of his lacking color.
It is her words that keep his focus, however, no matter how lovely her skin. Few they might be, but intrigue is far more than the presence of words. It is also the absence, the seeking of the mind for something more. Something missing.
And she is riddled with intrigue.
His dark eyes shift to hers as she steps closer, the mischievous smile flashing across her more delicate features. The hard planes of his own features remain impassive, his own appreciation quelled deep within his breast. There is a time for appreciation, and it is not this moment.
He does not answer her first question. It had been made rhetorical by his own clear disbelief. She knows he does not agree, or she would not now be continuing on. Would not be boldly holding his stare, asking if he believes her nothing more than a mere woman. But the question does not take him aback, as she had no doubt expected it would. Instead, one brow quirks faintly, a barely perceptible movement that gives only a brief insight into the heart of this thoughts.
“Yes,” he replies, low and easy. There is no hesitation in the response. “Mereness does not negate uniqueness.” He pauses a moment, tilting his head as he gestures faintly at her, eyes skimming briefly from the tip of her nose to the tip of her tail. “But beneath all… that, you are still just a woman.”
quiet now, you're gonna wake the beast
hide your soul out of his reach
Hurricane
I think he's just making up words at this point :|