If Sarah were around, he may have asked the Vida for a sparring match. Something where they could both work up a good sweat without worry of one or the other ending up dead. Just something good natured. But Caryn was a Smoke. Healing not hunting.
She really was too innocent for her own good if she wasn't quite sure of the answer. He leaned down, in almost a push up move, so his nose nuzzled just slightly under her ear and he inhaled deeply. Faster heart rate meant the blood flooded faster, and to him that was a lovely smell. "Do I really have to spell it out for you?" The words are purred into the skin of her throat before he follows the words with a soft nip to the flesh.