Wric just listens to the load of bullshit she spews his way. It's logical, and it makes sense, but it's not what she's feeling. He knows this because the art work, and what he saw the other night after he actually kissed her. If he wasn't in her head then she wouldn't be doing either of those things. It kind of him pained him to hear the cold truth, that she thinks their could be nothing there. What was he to her then? Just a big walking cock who she could use to get off to in her thoughts? Fuck that. He was pissed. Starting to look a bit like the drawing as his face contorts into a scowl, and his antler's almost seem to be angry as him. "You're so full of it!" The half goat says as he stands up. He wants to swat that dumb breakfast tray away, what is it even suppose to mean? She keeps sending him all sorts of mixed signals, then blames him, and calls him the pervert. He hadn't masturbated to her until last night, and she was the one who started it!<br/><br/>Giant hoove takes a step, and he's over top of her. Towering over smaller form of nymph like she'd probably seen in her fantasies. "Wric.. Wric.." he mimics her moans from the other night in false mocking girly tone. He gives a push of her chest so she falls back against the bed, and crawls on top of her. "It wasn't just some goat you were thinking about last night, and I'm not going to sit, and watch you call this nothing, cause clearly there's something here." He confesses he saw her the night before, and was sure to bring her world of lies crashing down with that sentence alone.<br/><br/>"Just..give us, a shot? That's all I'm asking for here.." his hands cupping her face, and he kisses her like the night before. Unlike a soft lip lock from previous it's harsh, aggressive, and most of all? Hungry. Teeth gnawing at bottom lip, and his tongue practically begging for entrance as it pokes the seam of her lips.