Zander watched her touch him, skin not prickling nor moving before bringing his eyes back up to hers. “Not when I don’t choose to be.” He could alter his current form to suit his needs. He could also become the true form of Gargoyle he was. Stone skin nearly impenetrable, a walking monster of the tiny carving. “What’s in the cavern? I can fly there.” He would only reveal so much. You never knew if it could be used against you.
Finally, his face contorted at her bluntness. Was this a joke, or..?
“You certainly aren’t afraid to express yourself, are you?” He wasn’t sure he was in any emotional state to be looking for a mate. Much less opening himself up vulnerably. “I suppose I haven’t had the time to find what I enjoy here. Other than this pizza and my work.”