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Itzal had just expected the woman to hear his words out. He knew if the person who had done it was really important to her, then she would never give it up. He smiled to himself. He was the same, though he hoped that was as much they shared in common. Cause Itzal would not only give it up, but he would die protecting them. As he looked into the woman's eyes, he knew she would to. Then he sighed. He knew he was good at talking with people. When they were on good terms, he would flirt, when they were strangers, he acted warmly under normal circumstances. And at times like these, he kept himself calm and let the person he was talking to know he would not hesitate to kill them if it came to that. "Scents might be misleading, but the scent of blood is clear in the air, the area blowing from somewhere else, and the scent of blood on you is weak compared to it. Blood is never misleading to me. It can not be when part of me longs for it. He watched the female, and smiled at her, lifting up his lips to expose his teeth, he knew it was a cruel smile, an evil one that even he himself was afraid of, because it showed there was a part of him that loved to kill, loved the thrill of the hunt so much more than others, a part he shoved down and buried again and again.

He watched her with interest as she raised her eyebrow at him and mentioned their common goal. And then she let a word slip. Though Itzal found it a strange one, and not the names of any packs he had heard of since arrivng. He filed it away in his head. Maybe there was something to it, maybe not. As she brought her hand up, almost to cover it, Itzal thought of how much like a dramatized motion it was and smiled some. And then she started laughing and he knew the name was useless, And then she threw out some insults at him, which he just took with a grin. She would never get a rise out of him. He had disiplinced himself to stay calm. "Are you wolves really so dumb you can not smell our own blood in another? I'm only partial coyote, I mostly have wolf blood in me. And sure tell me how You did it if you are going to keep insisting upon claiming it. Itzal was not looking forward to having to maybe kill this wolves. Unlike the others in his pack, He did not completely hate wolves. He had no love for their kind, but no hate either. Same for all species, he was even, they all had flaws. Sometimes they were just to blind to see them. Even he was. Everyone wants to see themselves as amazing, but it is also amazing when others see themselves when they are wrong. And he could not help but wonder. Where either of them in the wrong?

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Itzal stopped smiling and stared at her with cold hard eyes. He knew that he had been playing nice long enough. If it came to it. He would try to kill the female. And then he knew her pack would show themselves. Demanding justice. And Inferni could confront them on the body of his own packmate. Sure a war would come of it. But he would do anything to get justice. Anything to make sure his packmate's killer was at least punished by her own pack. Which was highly unlikely to happen. He sighed.

He thought of the knife he carried with him. He could feel the pouch it was in tyed around his waist. It was the only weapon he ever used. He could throw it, and fight up close. Though he perfered his claws and teeth. And it was good at silently slitting throats. He smirked at her, giving her his cruel smile. The one he was oh so good at. The one that could make blood chill. Because it showed how much some part of him was off. He knew the female saw it. He knew it probably disturbed her. But what she did not know is tht he was in control of that part of himself now. The part of told him to pull that knife out and throw it right at her skull.

He inhaled the air again. That sweet smell. It drove him mad. It was the blood of a predator, a blood unlike an other creatures. Prey's blood smelled of fear and weakness. But the blood of a predator smelled of determination and strength. It was so amazing how the two creatures could be split apart just by the way they lived. It was almost as if the blood of a predator was a special thing. While the blood of prey was common to taste, the blood of a predator was like a delicate wine to part of him. To the monster he sometimes felt stir. And how it loved it wines.

Itzal watched with intrest as the female swiped her hat off and ran her claws through her mane. He still stared at her, cold and heartless. Then she picked her hat back up and launched into her story. She laughed at the way she described the coyote's death, his murder. And then Itzal did something he hoped would surprised her. He laughed with her. "sounds like you had a lot of fun with him, can not say I blame you, All of us need a little fun now and then. But we have to speak up afterwards and be honest. Can't just stand by and protect someone else. Tell me who it really was, since we both know you aren't fooling me. Oh and I'm Itzal by the way, do i get a name from you? He watched her answer about him smelling of coyote. "They are my pack, so i spend time with them, therefor I smell like them. And you are right, your pack makes you who you are. So let me ask you. If you are going to keep claiming to have killed this coyote, does that mean you pack made you a murder? Is that how you want to represent your pack and make them look? Like a bunch of savage dogs who kill and leave the air thick with blood, but then Won't let the person who commited the crime known to others? Is that who your pack makes you?" He smiled when he knew he had her in some way. Sure she could probably blow it off, but it was something for her to think about.

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Itzal was very much impressed by this wolves resistance. He himself was even startign to get annoyed. He was use to dealing with wolves in packs. But not packs as close and strong as these. He again sighed. He was starting to like this wolf in a way. She was strong. She was loyal. And she was not stupid. Three good traits to have. He closed his eyes as leaned back against the tree. It was rather annoying though that they had to meet on such terms. They might have been friends if they had meant regualry. He could not help but ask himself if the others in her pack would have done the same for her. Probably, but then again, he never knew. He opened his eyes and watcher her, wondering what she was thinking, what she was feeling. Is she really as confident as she seems? Is she close to breaking down yet? Is she really that good at holding her feeling in, or is she just genuinly not intimidated by him? He could not help but wonder at these points. And honestly, it frustrated him not to know. But of course, he would never let that show. He would never let a lot of thngs show. Cause they could be picked at like weaknesses, weaknesses he did not like to have.

Was she afraid. Did she see part of the madness in him. She probably did. Anyone who looked close enough could see it, and right now, he was not making any effort to hide it. He was not a weak opponent. Not by far, He could be stronger, and to some he was nothing, but he was a force to be feared when he wanted to be. He was a creature of the night, part of him was black and evil. And that part would like nothing better then to kill her and leave it at that. But he knew that could not be allowed to happen yet. There was still a chance he was effecting her more then she was letting on. And at the thought he smiled at her. He figured it was time for a new approach. And it was one where he would have to play his cards right. Maybe things could work out for both of them. Maybe not, either way, he was going to have fun playing his game. It was amusing to him. To know that he was not normal. While there were few of his kind who were, few people like him and her who were normal. He sighed, but this time in plain dissappointment. Of what he was not sure. Maybe he just wanted things to be a bit more simple at times. Instead of countless mind games and domincancy games. Who is over who. But he was not saying he did not like the games. No, he enjoyed them, they kept things interesting. But after a while, interesting starts to get boring as hell.

He watched her closely as he slid his hand down his side to the pouch at his hips. He slid his hand into it and grasped the hilt of the blade. It was a rather interesting coloring and design on the hilt. He could feel the pattern of blod. Carved into the hilt were little beads and drops of blood, twisting and spinning in a pattern. Like tear drops falling. He loved it, because while the beads and drops were red, the rest of it was black. And the blade, was a mere iron color, put at the very point, it was red, from the red paste mix he had dipped it in, to give it the appearance of having blood forever on its tip. As he grip the hilt tighter, he pulled it out, watching the girl. He brought it up in his hand and balanced it. He knew if he wanted to throw it, he had a chance of hitting her and killing her. But she had a chance to dodge it. Either way, more blood would be spilled. Unnecassary blood. So as he made the motion of bring it up, the brought it all the way back fast, and slammed it into the tree trunk next to his head, then pushed off and walked half the distance between them and sat down on the ground. Watching her still, having left his weapon behind. He thought it might be a kind of symbol of peace between them. But that was only if she wanted it to be. Which was entirly up to her, he had made his move, now it was her turn.

By now she had moved to a sitting postion at the base of her tree. And she mentioned how much of a good time killing his packmate was. He closed his eyes and chuckles lightly at the bad joke. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself in your imaginiation. Cause we both know that is where everything you are telling me happened. You had never even seen him until he was dead, isn't that right? When she gave him a sweet little smile, he gave one back, this one without all of the blood thirst and crazyness, this one a natural smile, almost flirtious. "I have to say, I admire you greatly, you are determined and very strong-willed girl. And by far you are anything but ugly. And ok, you do not have to tell me. Just talk with me. His last part refering to her sing-song words of never telling him. He smiled at her some more, looking up at the sky as the stars came out. He stared at them for a while, watching as they slowly started to appear and fill the sky. "Beautiful isn't it. They are so far beyond our reach, yet at times, we feel like we could just reach out and touch them. And even with being so small. Just the sight of them can sometimes warm us more then even the sun." After a while he closed his eyes and then opened them and looked at her. He laughed at her saying the wrong name for him. She really knew how to try and annoy someone. He would give her that.

Itzal listened to her whole heartedly. He in no way considered her to be unright or evil. She was merely doing what anyone would for their pack. Himself included. Which explained why he felt no hatred for her at all. Pontiac? That is what she said her name was. An unusual name to say the least. But his was to. And then she mentioned her game. He could not help but to laugh at that, it was a pure laugh, not full of menace or bad intentions. That is a nice name. Uncommon, but in no way is it unnice. And I've noticed your game. Allow me to say you play it very well, better then i think most people would. And as for the gods upove and the hell below. That does not help me since I'm not in either of their favor that much." He was irritated with her resolve not to tell him, but at the same time it made him admire her more. She was very very loyal. But that did not help him out in his quest for information. Whoever had commited the murder was defintly someone close to her, probably family. And he knew when it came to family, a lot of people would die then betray them. But he again smiled at her warmly. He had no reason not to, she would not give in to his coldness, and it was not like he did not like her. She had many traits that he held in high standings to have. But he had to say. He was surprised when she asked about him. It was something he was not expecting.

He laughed when it appeared she was intersted in what he did for 'fun'. He looked at her. the corner of his lips pulled up into a half smile, his eyes warm and understanding. "Yes, tha topic was getting old. Hmmm as for me? I'm the newest member of Inferni, I'm mostly wolf blood, but I have coyote in me. Skilled in a few things, though, to get to know those things you will have to get to know me just a little bit better." He smirked at her in a neutral kind of way, not friendly and not aggressive. "I'm one year old, came from somewhere in the U.S. I know how to fight, I've been doing it to survive ever since I was little and on my own. I'm normally a nice person." He looked at Pontiac sadly as if he wished he did not have to say this next part. "If I meet the person under normal circumstances at least. And I'm use to being a loner, so at first I'm usually not respectful to people I should be sometimes. It can get really annoying when it gets me in trouble." He figured either way, the girl would either turn out to be his enemy and not care about this stuff, or be his friend, and she would have found this all out eventually, so why not share now when she askes? Even though he was normal more of a loner then an out going person. It just seemed to fit him better to keep to himself, though he was trying to change that.

Itzal closed his eyes for a second then opened them. "I like to do a lot of things I guess. Go exploring. Hang out in the forest and trees. They help to calm me and I just love the natural beauty of forsest and woods. I also like to fight, though in good humor, when I fight for real, I can be pretty serious. I like to hunt. It gives me a thrill when I do it. I love running. Feeling the strength in my legs as I push myself to my limit. Going as fast as I possible can. It gives me chills I enjoy it so much. Hmm, I enjoy training, though I have not started any yet. Oh I also enjoy giving tattoos. I believe I'm going to become a tattoo artist sometimes soon." He shrugged as if it was all very boring. And to him it was. He was not anything special. Just a person with a few hobies. Most of them ones he could do by himself. More evidence that supported he still was not use to having others to look after him and him in turn look after them. That was pack for you, he figured. And it was growing on him.

"What about yourself? I'm curious now to know about you. What do you like to do? And what is your story? You seem like you have some stuff to tell about yourself." Itzal was truly curious. She seemed like an interesting enough person. And anything he could gather now would be good later. This might be his only chance to talk to her, if a war was ignited between their packs, things might be diffrent then from this moment. So he figured he could learn about her now or never. Not that he thought he could use anything he learned. Just if he was curious about something and did not learn about it, it drove him crazy, at least when it came to people and others it did. So he settled down and gave her a flirtaous smile. "I am all ears." He would liten to her while she talked. Learn about her. And enjoy his little break from all the games they had been playing. Even if the break might only be for a little while. He figured he could make the most out of it. And if worse came to worst. When the games started again. The next time they ended. One of them would be dead. Or close to it.

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Itzal was tired of trying to get stuff out of Pontiac. She obvious would not give anything to him, and if she was set in her mind, Itzal knew he would probably not change it. So he was happy to just talk with her. He had nothing better to do and figured what the hell, he might as well have a nice conversation. He sighed and shook his head. He would need to hunt soon. Food was scarce in the winter, but Itzal never had a problem with tracking and finding food. He was a good hunter, and he would have no problem getting food when he wanted it. Maybe after he was done talking to Pontiac he would go out for a hunt. Or maybe if they were still enough, a rabbit or something wuold get curious and wonder close. He figured he could probably kill it. He would need his knife though. So he sighed. He would get up and go get it when he was ready. Instead he smiled at her again, not his cruel smile but his warm one with a hint of cockyness. His eyes lighted some and gave him a look that was one of knowingness, like he was in on a private joke. If he wanted to he could make it very flirtaous, but that was only if he wanted to. He was still on guard though, he never let down a guarded mind, no matter how relaxed he might seem, he was always ready for an attack, or a surprised, so he could take it in stride and not give anything away. Then he let out a heartfelt laugh at her "maybe so..maybe not" comment. "Haha, maybe so and maybe not? Whatever you say, but if I had to guess I would go with not, no offence of anything." He gave her a understanding smile, he was not argueing with her, they both knew the truth, he was just playing a long. Like she said before, she was playing a game, and so was he. But for a bit they had a break, and he wanted to take advantadge of it. Cause lord knew he was good at playing, but he needed his breaks sometimes. Especially when he was being distracted with the smell of blood in the air.

Itzal chuckles himself at her thanks and warning that if he kept saying things like that, he would be stuck with her possibly. He smiled at her. " You sticking around all night might not be a bad thing. I've got nothing else to do, and this is the most interesting conversations I have had in a while. Of course, I am sure you have things to get back to. " He watched as she too looked up at the sky. He was glad she agreed with him. She could understand true beauty if she saw it he thought. She seemed like an understanding person, one with good values and morals. It made him laugh to himself. He could never call himself a good person, or say he had good morals, but he tried to do what he thought was right most of the time, or whatever pleased him more, it depended on what mood he was in. But other wise, he could be a pretty ok person. He smiled at her "You seem like a very good person. He did not know why he felt like he should mention it, maybe he just thought she probably did not hear it much, or maybe he just thought she deserved to know. "A much better person then I ever was, will be, or am." He did not say it with any sadness, or remorse, he said it indiffrently. It was a fact in his mind, there was no reason to feel any emotion over it, it was just the way things were.

He listened to her story, and smiled at her, she defintly had her share of hardships he could guess, and he admired how much of a connection her and her sister had, and how she valued family. "Your sister is very lucky to have you looking out for her. Family is important, take it from me, do not let them go, no matter what, cause when they aren't there anymore...it is something unimaginable. " He spoke the words truly from his heart and his own experiences. He had lost all of his family, he was his only surviving member of his truly family. His thoughts went to his uncle, but Itzal did not consider him family. No, his uncle was not family, he was an enemy through and through. Itzal sighed to himself and then listened to her hobbies. "Hmmm, all of those hobbies seem interesting. But what did you mean by pups? and What did you mean by when and if you have them? A pretty girl like you should have no problems finding someone to love and have pups with. And as for the cooking and reading, I can do basic cooking, and I can not read at all almost. It takes me hours to puzzle thourgh one or two pages. And your lifes is very interesting, and it seems exciting, honestly." His voice was pure, and held no sarcasm, he did indeed find her hobbies and story intersting. She in her own way had grown and lived that life of hers, and should never be ashamed of it. "Never be ashamed of your life story and who you are." He could not honestly say he followed his own words, cause he was ashamed about some of his life, and he was ashamed of part of who he was. But he gave the girl another warm smile and then stood up and walked back to the tree he had been out. He grabbed the hilt of the knife and pulled it out in a smooth motions and put it back in his pouch, then walked back to where he had been sitting and sat back down. Are you hungry? If anything was stupid enough to wander into his line of sight, he could kill it with one smooth throw of his knife. And hopefully it would be enough for both of them, but if not, he would give it to her. He might be a ruthless killer in part, but he was also a gentleman at heart.

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Itzal looked up at the sky from time to time, imaging things he could never have. A normal life, one where he did not have to worry about the people he had killed, one where he did not have to worry about a monster in him fighting to be let out. But most of all, he wanted one where he could be content with his life, where he felt like he did not need to look for anything. The truth was, part of Itzal did not feel whole, not the demonic part, that part was dead, but a part of him that longed for something, but he was not sure what the something was. He just knew that if he did not find it, some part of him would never be truly happy. He did not care much for happiness, he was not even sure he deserved it, yes he had done the things he had done to survive, but that still did not change that he was some what of a monster. And maybe happiness was beyond his grasp. He sighed and then thought of a time when that part of him had almost felt complete, but it did not last, soon he was back to feeling it again, that longing. He was not one to want or need others by his side, he could stand on his own just fine, so what was it that he wanted but could not find. Something told him he would find it here, in time, if he was patient, but that still did not keep the need away. He sighed again. He was seriously messed up. He laughed at himself. Of course he was, no one could blame him, but he still did not wish to make excuses. He closed his eyes and let himself drift, closing his mind of thoughts, just listening to the sounds of nature, inhaling the air, even though he could still smell the blood, he pushed it back and payed attention to the smell of the air that came from nature. He liked to do it sometimes to clear his head, it helped him to focus on those sounds and smells, letting himself drift off and follow them, seeing without just his eyes. But he opened his eyes and shook his head slightly, and looked back at the female. He noticed her wink and then laugh and he smiled his smirkish smile, the sides of his lips pulling up into it and his eyes getting that look in them like he knew he was breaking the rules, and knew he would not get in trouble for it. He knew it was a look he was good at. It was possible one of the only expressions near happiness that came naturally to him.

He smiled at her comment about not being able to stomach seeing it. And he was glad she did not take offence. He was not trying to offend her at all. And he noted she just confirmed what they both had already known, she was not the killer. But either way, they were off of that subject now. "Good. I do not want to go and offend you and make you leave me here with no one to pass the time with." He watched her look at him, then she let out a chuckle and he could not help but smile at her, because she was probably smiling at how unusual this conversation was, but neihter of them (at least he didn't) seemed to mind. He gave her a knowing smile. It was kind of funny after all. He watched as her hand moved up and over her body to her hair where she raised it and shook her head. And then admitted to having nothing better to do then stay here with him and talk. Of course she did not say it in those exact words, but that is what he got from it. So looks like she would not be leaving anytime soon, which was fine by him. He could use the company, and strangly enough he did not mind her company, even though they should very well be enemys, it was not official yet, so he figured that it could not hurt anything. He watched her again wink at him as she moved her hands again before tilting her head up towards the sky. He listened to her confess that she to had her own demons, which wasn't surprsing, most people do, though usually not as extreme as him. And then she mentioned giving him respect for living with his and he had to chuckles. "I do not embrace mine as much as tolerate it. It is a part of me, a very monsterous, very evil part, but still a part of me, I can not deny that I myself helped create it, but I can say that I do not give in to its wants, and I can also promise you that I will not hurt you for no reason. You are safe with me as long as I have no reason to harm you. Which I do not so far, and I would like it better if I do not get one anytime soon. As he said it he smiled at her warmly, giving off a hint of smugness, which was usual for him, and he fuond it funny when others took it as flirtyness, though he sometimes could be a flirt, and maybe he was with her, either way, he wad enjoying thier conversation. "You guys seem like a good family, I hope you all have many more great years as that close a family." He smiled " You are very welcome, I'm only being honest." He growled softly when he heard that the man she had thought was the one for her ran. " He does not deserve you then. If he ran, and has not come back, then he is obviously not very caring, and you deserve better then a man who would run, for any reason. No matter what, he should have stood by you if he truly loved you, and if he did not, then he should not have acted like he did." Itzal finished with another growl. "You really should move on, he is not worth waiting for, I'm sure. And you would be a great mother, I can tell your parental instincts run deep and strong." Itzal was mad, he did not like cowards, especially one who abandoned woman and left them to wait and get over you. He would never do that, if he loved someone, they deserved more then for him to run, and even if he did not love them, he should face them and tell them, no matter how painful for either, it was better then leaving them waiting for possible months or years. But he was brought back to his before mood when he saw her tender smile and saw her step closer, he returned her smile and grinned at her some. "I can hunt no problem, and I can leave the cooking up to you, if you don't mind."

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Itzal had tilted his head to look up at the sky. He wondered how she would react to his tirady about a man abandoning they woman he supposedly loved. He closed his eyes, and he smiled to himself when he heard her admit he was right. "Usually am, at least, when it comes to times like these." He had moved on himself, though for diffrent reasons. At least he had tried to move on, he was still holding onto the past sometimes, but he was moving on some, moving on from her. He sighed and looked down, giving her a sweet smile as he saw her start to move around. He saw a victorious grin on her face and for some strange reason, he liked it, it was a devilish expression, like she was up to something she shouldn't be. He liked it, and he grinned back. She moved towards him some and he wondered what she was up to, he was guarded and suspicous, but doubted she would try anything. He laughed when she called him sweet. "I've been called a lot of things before, dangerous, crazy, a murderer, one time an okay person, one time a demon, but this is the first I think anyone has called me sweet. Probably cause no one sat down and had a conversation with me long enough to see I can be, they were more preoccupied with killing me." He said it with a joking tone, and chuckles, but he did not take his eyes off her, she was moving closer, and he did not mind, he also did not mind the way she moved her hips around, he found himself smiling even more. Then she closed the distance and was right at him, he watched her, looking into her eyes, there again, was an almost mischeifies look, one he approved of. He to had a mischeifies look in his eyes now, watching her and looking over her body. It was not a bad one, and like he had said, She was anything but ugly. And when she wanted to be, she was not bad at being damn hot. He found himself waiting for what she would do next, already having an idea of what she had in mind. Itzal was smirking happily, he was debating whether or not to play with her a bit, maybe try and get her frustrated, but he figured he would not do that, she had been thourgh enough and obviously coming onto him was her way of moving on from the other jerk she had been with, so he figured he should play nice...for now. He leaned back some more, giving her a questioning look and raising his eyebrow, before grinning at her and watching her closely, relaxing his body. "Hmm, well I am hungry, but If you have something more entertaining and interesting in mind, and I think you do, then I can push off my hunger for now, I would not want to deny either of us our fun. So consider it...forgotten." He said the last word slowly and deep, like a whisper in the wind, but with a hint of playfulness. He watched her blue eyes so close to his own golden yellow. Her finger was on his chest and he growled, but not threateningly, but more in understanding as to what she was getting at. He grinned yet again when she leaned in even closer and licker her lips, asking him what he thought of her implied idea. "You have my attention, and I think the hunting can wait." He smirked and leaned in after she licked her lips and pressed his to her, his hand moving up to brush his hand over her cheeks, rubbing his thumb against them. Then he leaned in and put his mouth next to her ear. "And so far, you are such a tease." He chuckled softly then leaned away and looked her in the eyes, smiling.

He thought about it for a second. He was still a virgin. He had loved before, but he had still been young then, and no matter how old he was in other aspects, sex had still be a mystery to him. But as he got older, his eyes opened to a whole new world. He wondered if this would be her first time too. He shrugged it off, he would find out soon enough. He smiled at her again, running a claw along her collarbone softly. He watched his claw as it traveled up and down the V-ish shape her collar bones made. He was thinking about Alyssum. He felt feelings for her, and he could not help but wonder where those feelings would lead. Was he being unfaifthful? He shook his head to himself, they were not official, they were not mates, or anything like that, and no matter how much he wanted to be, he did not yet belong to on Alyssum, so that gave him the right to do what he wanted, and this was one thing both him and Pontiac wanted. He leaned in for another kiss, deepening it, he did it to clear his head, he did not have to think when he felt their lips meet, he only had to feel. He knew that they could never be truly together, him and Pontiac, but she did not seem to mind, and she had to realize it. They were of diffrent packs, and someone in her pack had just killed someone in his. There could be war coming, but right now that did not matter, they were both here, alone, and neither of them wanted to hurt the other, Pontiac apparently wanted to do quiet the opposite, and Itzal would be happy to return that want. He broke the kiss and looked in her eyes. "Pontiac, I will do this with you, but you need to know, it is my first time, and also, there can not be anything solid between us, it just would not work out. You have to see the reasoning behind this. But as long as you realize that, I am ready and willing. He again kissed her, this time deepening it any more, letting her feel that he would do this willingly, and that he was ready, he pushed her onto her back gently, and laid beside her, both of them on their side, all the time not breaking the kiss. Then when he finally broke the kiss, his hands moved from her cheek, where he had held her face for the kiss, slowly down to the small of her back. "When ever you are ready, just let me know." He smiled and put his nose to the hollow of her throat, inhaling her scent. She smelled faintly of blood, but also of more then that, he could not determine, but he licked her throat softly, and then smiled at her, leaning his head back. He would try his best, and hope she liked it.