ʀᴀғᴇ ᴀúʟʟᴀ ᴀ ʟᴀ sᴏᴍʙʀᴀ ᴅᴇ (maginus) wrote in repose,
Rafe’s chuckle in response to Oona’s characteristically mischievous response was a warm chuckle and another sincere and obvious smile to go right along with it. The keychain had amused him when he’d seen it dangling from the ignition of her car on the way over, and the effect wasn’t reduced now. “No trying to wrestle them back from me later,” he said as he scooped them up, one finger through the main ring before he palmed them and then pushed them into his free pocket. He didn’t hide the motion either, betraying the mischievous quality to his own remark if it hadn’t already been obvious from the clear signs in his expression. Rafe wasn’t exactly being all that subtle himself, and he didn’t even have the effects of the alcohol to blame for that. Clearly Oona just brought it out in him.
Something told him she wouldn’t be sorry to hear that.
Hardy was one word for his appetite. Insatiable was probably closer to the truth. He didn’t need to eat constantly but he got hungry fairly easily and he had to pack a lot of calories in throughout the course of the day to keep himself up to what he felt was his best, not only physically but mentally as well. The wolf’s metabolism had taken him a while to get used to but now he knew not to let himself get too low, or go too long without some kind of meal, even if it was hasty and fairly improvised. The wolf, as it happened, was fairly impressed with Oona’s capacity for food. Humans, it knew, ate their fill much sooner than its own kind did and tended to taper off even when there was still something on offer, but so far the woman sitting close to them was showing a hardy, in fact hearty, appetite of her own. That was good. She ate until she was full, not up to a point where human society had set some sort of absurd limit of acceptability for females.
The mention of Sanka had him grimacing a little, and with an audible trace of laughter he said, “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.” The implication that he kept any such thing in his kitchen, that was. “And the offer is open to whatever I have.” Far from subtle. Again. Lifting his own glass, looking into her eyes, he said, “To finding out.” If something happened between them then Rafe certainly wasn’t going to do anything to derail it, but he also wasn’t going to push. The wolf might have been aggressively assertive in almost all things but Rafe had been raised a certain way.
Honestly, though, he would be more than a little sorry if nothing happened.