Sanshoku cocked her head slightly. “Are you suggesting something, Rambaldi?” she asked coyly, flicking her tail gently. Internally, she was grinning like a Cheshire cat. She could tell that she was getting to the young man, and it pleased her to no end. She knew that he was ignoring her question, and she was determined to get an answer, if only for her own satisfaction of drawing the answer out of him. “If it makes you feel better, I’ve only been with one other. He’s gone now, of course; I do not fool around.” She sniffed in distain. “Such actions are beneath me.”


Sanshoku grinned when he caught her scent; it was clear when the wind carried it to him how he reacted. “Do you not think I’m pretty, Rambaldi?” she asked, her voice dropping another couple of octaves. She modeled her features into a pout, lowering her head and gazing upwards at the male. Her eyes glowed with their inner light, catching on the brown highlights beneath her gaze and making her eyes seem even bigger and more open.