OOC Figured now would be a good time for him to conk out so she can do her thing xD
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It was the scent driving him to be this way, his body going into overdrive with an excessive amount of testosterone. Otherwise he wouldn't have surrendered himself to such an outburst. He was usually quite disciplined, but in this instance he wanted nothing more than to clear his head, and he couldn't do that with her bloody scent filling the air around him. He only caught the slightest hint of her fangs flashing at him, but he didn't react adversely. Russet ears twitched with the sound of her words. Alister sighed. She was right, he was behaving like a child, without any real reason to. Nothing had happened, they'd been close, but she had pulled away at the last second. A good thing really. He'd lost himself by that point, eager in his desire to please her-- egged on by her challenging manner, constantly daring him to do more. The claw marks on his back, still fresh, stung him as they glistened crimson. They weren't truly deep, and weren't all too visible but the needle-like pricking sensation forced him to acknowledge their presence. Ow. His ears flattened as he rubbed at them.
When he turned towards her, her fangs had retreated back behind her black lips and her expression was calm, collected. Nodding, the hybrid spoke. "My pleashure..." Sidra giggled as the alcohol in his system began to reveal itself, drawing out his words and adding on an extra 'sh' here and there. Brows furrowed, he didn't think he'd said anything funny. The alcohol must have been taking effect. The bitterness was still there, but he found he just couldn't focus. Maybe he should sit down?
He glanced at the couch where she sat even now. No, that wouldn't do. Something told him he should keep his distance from the dusky woman, though he couldn't remember why. Looking about the room his eyes eventually settled on an old decrepit armchair that appeared in decent enough condition. Sufficient to hold his weight...he hoped. Unbalanced steps brought him towards it in an only slightly meandering path and he plopped himself down on the cushioned seat. Old rusty framework and springs made a sound of protest, but it held well enough and the tawny man was soon settled comfortably, or as comfortable as he could possibly be regarding the circumstance. He could feel his body relaxing the longer he sat there and his lids felt heavy. Peering at her through half-closed lids he saw that she too was lounging, her posture and body relaxed just as his. Sleep sounded so very good right now, and slowly his eyes closed and he let the night take him.
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