“No offense darling but you don’t seem much the type to go hunting down a delicate, defenseless elf in dark alleyways.”

One wistful sigh sees his attention shifting, studying what little he can of the outline of rough features. Dark curls.

Simple objective admiration, nothing more.

“Of course if you’re qualifying yourself as my prey only by a lack of thought, well— don’t worry. I won’t bite. We’re friends now, after all.”