“Oh the kissing can come later,” he added with a flash of a smile that lit up his face and his eyes. “However this isn’t quite a kiss. Not yet.” He waited, and that one open eye of hers would find him holding his hands up in a placating gesture. He wasn’t threatening, he was simply waiting for her. When her eyes closed firmly, only sounds came to her senses. The sound of him rustling with a leather pouch, the soft clank of metal on metal. There was no hiss of a blade, or cool kiss of steel at her throat. He seemed honest enough in his wish to simply surprise her.
As for a little paranoia, he didn’t begrudge her that in the least.
“Open your eyes,” he finally said. His voice was full of a rich amusement as he spoke.
He held his hand up in front of her, and from it dangled a leather thong. On the end of the thong hung a broach. It could be used as a cloak clasp as well. The workmanship was quite good, just on the edge of a masterwork. On it is a stylized vixen, the expression on her face mocking and amused. She sat on the back of an unamused looking black wolf as he lay, his eyes looked back over her shoulder towards the laughing fox on his back.
“You did win out bet last time we met. I did owe you something.”