He knew the danger of taking such liberties with Lira, but he cared not. She had been so utterly alluring this evening, with her laughter and general misguided touches against his skin that he could contain himself no longer. Settling behind her, Farkas drew her long hair between his fingertips and slowly began to braid ever last inch of the raven-colored mane.
“—I seem to recall a very stern conversation regarding hair pulling.…” Words purred just loud enough for Farkas to hear— she is toying with him, almost painfully so, all in hopes of possibly flustering him. The she-wolf fully aware of the effect she had on most.
Admittedly, he had caught her off guard.. Unexpected digits combing through wild tresses momentarily giving her pause. Still, she offers a coquettish smile over a shoulder, waist length obsidian pushed back so he may have better access.
“…I will have you know, you will be responsible for combing out any tangles you create. “