His stare was intense, his voice a deep purring growl that resonated in his chest as he spoke. His smile reached those tawny eyes, glimmering charmingly back at her as he intimated that he was glad she had found the gingerbread house. And a friend. She flushed instantly at the way his lid lowered quickly in a wink, finding herself giggling softly, hiding her curving smile behind the edge of her mug, and the steam that rose from it. Anjelita's eyes roamed over his features, still getting used to them - the cat eyes, the black, white and grey fur, the timbre of his voice, the way his mouth moved when he formulated words, sentences, a glimmer of those sharp teeth again behind his tiger smile.<br/><br/>His gaze sharpened, and she froze a moment, feeling as a deer caught in headlights, though it was but a moment. His next words had made her brows shoot up, though. It was as though he could read her mind, and she had to bite back the question of whether he employed those powers too! For certainly he was a magical creature, or so she had reasoned to explain his existence. Whatever it was it was enchanting, and while he leaned closer to her, beckoning her to touch, her heart beat more wildly in her chest. She reached forward with tentative fingers, swallowing before brushing her fingertips along his arm, smiling at how silky smooth and soft he was, and...<br/><br/>"You're so warm!" she whispered, astonished, as though she'd made some great discovery. Her fingers moved up his arm, stroking gently as one might a cat, a grin spreading across her face, her hot cocoa forgotten, set upon the tabletop.