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He let out a dark chuckle, senses fully aware where she was and that she was studying him. She said no, she wasn't scared, then teased whether she should. He was opposite her then, facing her, and leapt across the bones and pushed her lightly to the ground, putting a paw on her chest and leaning down close so she could see his eyes turn almost a transparent blue. "There are times you should be, and I can be very scary when I want to." He murmured, his teeth clacking next to her ear.

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She was annoyed, he felt it, and smiled in response, loosening the pressure on her chest and stepping to the side, touching his paws gently to the side of her face. "I didn't mean  to anger you. Sorry." His voice became low, a murmur, almost.

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He blinked, slightly surprised. "Take advantage of a woman-?"  He tilted his head, running a tongue over his maw. "I don't really understand what you mean by that." Had he angered her? True, Jormungand was really amused by her reactions to  his movements, it had been a long time since he played with his own kind, but this Aphra was something different. Then she shot him a mischevious glance and he visibly relaxed and grinned back, shoulders dropping. "Sorry," he replied. "it may or may not happen again."

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It was getting dark, Jormungand was feeling the chill, and he shivered as a gust of wind assaulted him, wrinkling his nose. Aphra spoke up, saying  he should return, but he cast her a questioning look. He didn't really want to go, he enjoyed her company quite a bit, actually. But his optics brightened as she invited him to spend the night with her. "I'll accept that offer." He smiled back. No way in Hell he was going to travel back to the Pitt alone, not if he couldn't help it. Plus, sleeping with the warmth of a woman by his side? Ooh, he'd like that.
She then suggested for them to return to camp, but he frowned. "I'd rather not enter your camp. We can make a small tent out here, test out your building skills?" He teased, gently bumping her side with his hip.

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He saw a brief flash of disappointment flicker in her eyes, and he grinned. "Of course I won't let you do it on your own, silly. Why else would I use the word 'we'? Ill be helping you." He rolled his eyes with a smile. If she insisted they go to camp and sleep he'd be slightly touchy but fine with it. "Well, let's start, I'm not that familiar with the terrain so you'll have to help me."