"Well, well, well, look at the pretty kitty," Taryn drawled as she drained the other goblet." I like a man's body, or a male Beastkin or whatever it is that I mean." She leaned over her knees as if she was trying to restrain herself from crossing the room to where the well favored Kuguar stood. Finally, the wine motivated her to lock eyes with him, slipped her feet from her boots, curling her toes into the rug.<br/><br/>"Do you like me?" Taryn asked, holding his eyes, daring him to lie." Can  a Hume hold any allure for a Beastkin? I find you intoxicating. Not only are you intelligent and brave, you make the pit of my stomach burn and my fingers ache to touch you. I want to run my fingers through your fur. I want to touch you all over, to explore you. I crave the way your tail wraps around me as if it desired me. You are so alive and so good and so pure."