The tiger remains rather impassive throughout this, though an occational flick of his ear or whisker would mark points where he is indeed impressed with the way she goes about this, but in the end of course, he remains unconvinced of all this being the true state of a tigress, though it may be enough for him to spend time with her still.<br/><br/>"I knew a tigress once, mischievous as a fox and quite bright as well... always a sparkle in her eye as she was considering one plot or another to get a meal out of her human neighbors. She wasn't the most ferocious tigress I've ever met, but she was still a tigress and had that fire that when set ablaze by a threat to her and her cubs nearly consumed the poacher that killed her. I'm not sure exactly how it went down but I can say this, she had far too many bullets in her for it to have been quick and when I caught up with those that did this to her they were far to injured for it not to have been a very close call. She would have trusted me with her life in a moment, but she'd never depend on me, and she'd certainly never allow me to make decisions for her. She was a tigress, every inch of her, despite her odd habits and character when it came down to it she was the same mix of tender warmth and blazing ferocity that lies at the heart of all tigers."<br/><br/>As Bitsa says this and Tamara approaches he takes a small step away, looking down his muzzle at her with his crytal amber eyes.<br/><br/>"Regardless of how you came to wear that collar it's still a symbol of ownership, announcing to the world that you don't get to decide what happens to you all the time, that you've given all that makes life to someone else. Life isn't about beating hearts and bellowing lungs, it's not about just -time- it's about being able to decide moment to moment day to day what you're going to do. If anyone else in your life has more authority then you in those decisions then you've given your life away and I... don't make a habit of making friends with the dead."<br/><br/>The tiger explains chillingly, his tail swishing back and forth behind him with precise, sharp movements, his pose all of a sudden seeming more... calculated.<br/><br/>"As for you liking me... While you should rest assured that the gesture is appreciated... I think a certain honesty is nessesary if we're to even entertain such possabilities. Namely that you're no tigress, this is not your natural form but something you take to when you feel it's convenient, you're an anthro. As much as I like a feral tigress I'd prefer if you took the form that fits you best, and this does not seem to be it."