Chem’s most certainly vile, but in the most fun and deep down, harmless ways. Gone are the days of violent sexual aggression, he is no knight, no moral compass, but he is only a predator on his surface now. He would never admit, but he’s become softer at his edges, and would rather conjure a moan than a cry for mercy. Gentler he might be, but he is still no gentleman, far from it, he is still rude, grabby, close talking and brazenly gawking like a cartoon coyote. But he is no rapist (anymore).
The way her eyes tip over to him makes him feel as though he’s getting a treat. Would she wander with him, maybe even stay and travel to the barren Isle? He doesn’t tempt to ask just yet, but the ideas of what they might do to occupy themselves if she does follow him float vividly in his mind.
“I do a fair amount of wandering myself, actually. But alone, it is never that fun after a while.” he chuckles, rolling his eyes down her body and back to her face again. She certainly has the body of a constantly moving traveler, and a warrioress. His eyes blink slow and cast to the horizon, thinking of something clever he might be able to say to make the Isle sound delectable in any way at all. His ears bends to her next succession of words and his lips curve into a greedy grin, “Oh,” his teal eyes light, a cheshire smile, “Is that so?” he all but licks his lips, tossing his tail and adjusting his stance. “Well,” he exhales through the still present grin, “I could use some company on the road back to the Isle, I could show you some of my favorite haunts, and then, my home.” His dead, burnt, nothingness home.
@[Hexen] <3
