Leo's ears perked up at the mention of hellfire melting the wolf into soup. That seemed to rule out the notion of forcefully raping her, as he enjoyed keeping himself in one entirely solid mass. It seemed the only way he would be able to get her into bed was by true affection, and faking his way to that would take him too long. Not to mention she seemed protective of the bunny-girl. If he was to fulfill those male urges of his (oh, and he intended to) he would have to somehow keep her quiet. Taking an idea from the wolf he decided eating her would not bee a bad idea. Sure, his cubs wouldn't see the light of day, but he had mated with pleanty of women to have far more then enough on the planet already, and he doubted the mouse-boy would prove a problem. He was a cat after all. What were the chances of the mouse getting the upper hand?<br/><br/>You wouldn't be able to tell Leo's thoughts from the look on his face or the tone in his voice. He did quite a good job in concealing his true intentions from potential prey. He'd seen many predators lose meals due to their rising suspicions, and he didn't want that to be him. "My name is Leonard." He said, continuing the conversation. He didn't want to excuse himself too early, or she would suspect something. "Just call me Leo though, I hate being referred to by my full name. I must say, you seem like a very powerful woman.  I remember back when I was a little cub, you only heard stories of how females were being raped and molested, it seems now that more of the femine race are finding themselves a bit more empowered then before." Yes, they were, and it always ruined his fun. "Know that you know my name, may I have yours?"