“Well, it is a fine ass, no doubt,” Marco agreed, his body positioning slightly to... was he leering at the female human’s rear? Gilda’s eyes narrowed. He was. Her thoughts of donkeys evaporated when she saw him look exactly like a perverted griffin, one that was blatant in his display. She felt her hackles rise. Such things were reserved for mates, and in private places at that. One does not look at a griffin’s rump, no matter how well-covered it is, especially not in public. 