Charlie inhaled deeply to let out a huff as he often did when confused and denied a proper explanation. The scent coming from the other male was different.  Stronger. Charlie would describe it as stickier.  It clung to him and pulled him close. he didn't know his own scent had changed, increasing as what he thought was curiosity was becoming full blooded arousal. "Your words don't match your actions. You don't want me to back up, do you?" Charlie leaned in to his target, playfully rubbing his nose into Quins cheek, now that the fox could go no further unless he became one with the locker.  "If I don't smell bad, does that mean you think I smell good?  I think you smell really good." he purred close to Quins ear. The desire to nip at it becoming a demanding need.  Charlie felt a little light headed, giddy even, and he liked it. he liked Quinn even more than before.