Re: On the dance floor (Changing Woman, Coyote)
Grinning wickedly, Coyote sidled next to her again and pulled her into his arms, making sure his fur was in contact with as much of her exposed skin as possible. "I can help with that," he leered, "in whatever way you would like." He held her against him for just a bit longer before stepping back, once more eyeing her deliciously lush form. "Jack needs to be reminded of the sweetness of living, too. He tries too hard and ruins things, mostly for himself. He could stand to be shaken up a little."
Coyote thought for a moment, then he gave a sharp, barking laugh. "Ohhoho, I know!" Bending down, he poked through the clothing on the floor, then straightened, dangling a set of keys from one clawed finger. "You wish to feel the night air and see the stars, beloved one?" He twirled the keys on his claw, a wild gleam in his eyes. "I can arrange that."