Urudal, no matter how hard he tried, could not pry his eyes off the creature prowling into the water.  He shook his head agreeing that Ilion was in fact, no kitten at all.  His lips parted as the water flowed down the line of Ilion’s body. His gaze cascaded down with it falling exactly where Ilion had meant it to.  He drank in every inch and wondered how it would feel throbbing in his hand.<br/><br/>Urudal’s gaze rolled slowly up to Ilion’s features as he spoke a long string of words softly and fluently in his own tongue. It was a harsh language, but it was clearly  not meant to be an insult, whatever it was that he said.   He licked his lips and narrowed his eyes.<br/><br/>Bells went off in his head and he realized Ilion was poking fun.  Urudal turned his back on the smaller man as he took in a deep breath , causing his chest to swell a moment, then sighed it out slowly with a shake of his head.   Urudal wasn’t sure what to make of it all, likely Ilion found a weakness to exploit.<br/><br/>He ran his hands over his hair, gathering it up into a ponytail, then tied it off in a knot to keep it out of the water.