The expression on his face seemed to somber, his smirk transitioning into a more dignified, blatant stare. Those grey eyes of his remained focused as he studied her, pupils dilating and contracting subtly as he finally seemed to take on the whole of her appearance. It wasn't the flesh that necessarily drew his attention to her, simply the idea that she stood in his presence with a tentative boldness that had not been there during their first encounter. That alone seemed far more appealing than any bodily desire and it was unfortunate that it gained the female Fae far more attention than she ever might have wanted. After all, Animal was like a predator in many ways; things that moved too quickly drew his attention first and the trembling of whomever he deemed his prey made his mouth water with a thrill that he lived for. Cowardice and hesitancy provoked him; weakness and insecurity were all too alluring. They were easy. Repetitive. Like throwing a mouse into a snake cage where the strike of death was second nature. Give them something different, however, and the game begins to change.

Eleanor was different. She was no longer the trembling little mouse he had tasted before. Whether this was supposed to please him or irk him remained uncertain, and it was as if Animal himself was still trying to figure out what to make entirely of this... peculiar situation, as well as this... peculiar Fae. Wasn't she smart enough to leave well enough alone? Curiosity often led down dangerous paths when it came to Wild Fae â€" they did not forgive easily and were less than welcoming when it came to prying eyes and those looking for information that they did not feel obligated to give.

Animal rarely felt obligated at all. He owed nothing â€" to people or Fae alike. And there was little more he hated than probing questions.

His eyes narrowed, that stormy silver color glinting in the hazy grey of the clearing. Yes, he belonged here. In this world of Humans this was his little world, a place where his magic was strongest and only his rules applied. It was his little patch of hell and a sanctuary in which he could recede like a spider into its web. Even still, her question was met with a stony silence. Animal would not reward her misplaced curiosity with a response. His outstretched hand returned to his side, but not before flicking it in a dismissive gesture towards the clothes in question.

"Take them if you feel so inclined." His voice seemed heavy now, calmer and smooth yet labored with that low hiss that seemed to accent his words every so often. "They have ssserved their purpossse." Every word was laden with ownership and arrogance. Clearly they were Eleanor's clothes but they were his to give and his to take at his discretion. It reminded him that she was practically naked without them, standing there in his clearing, and his eyes squinted slightly as he questioned why and the motive behind it. Of course it was not entirely unusual. Fae were not shy when it came to their body. Clothes were not a necessity and yet Animal couldn't help but wonder. His eyes slowly trailed over her exposed flesh, assessing in silence as he attempted to briefly puzzle it together. But Animal did not have much patience.

"Why are you here?" He asked again as he eyed her warily, though it was not shouted and the venom that laced his voice was not nearly as prominent. The demand, however, was still quite clear.

have you no idea that you're in this deep?
I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week