#fenrir answer.

"you know that she will never stop," he whispers gradually turning his gaze back up to nimue from where he sits on the floor, over to where she tends to twig on his behalf. "we cannot leave this prison, either. we have tried." and they had, but nothing had ever worked. hell, even the expeditions into space that had been spurned by them had not panned out. the fucking humans only just set foot on the moon all this time later.

"and what good of a hound would i be if i did not answer the calls you put out into the ether?" he's walking around the coffee table in the center of the hotel suite's more living based area, kicking a steel tipped ranch hand boot against the leg of the table before he starts to pluck up the throw pillows and toss them to the other side of the sofa. eventually, he will sit, but for now he towers over her, even at this distance. "is solitude really so lonesome that you would risk this?"

"you would think that way." there's a lack of impress in his tone, the way he glances away from her then back again with eyes that are just a touch softer than they usually would be. perhaps there is kindness in there, still, despite how many centuries of loneliness have made him bitter on the surface. "even if the intention is kindness, deception is still deception, darling."

"for anonymity, local bars or those nifty dating applications tend to be my hunting ground. most often, i will set aside a day or two for rapidfire encounters typically with women. they are so much easier than men in such regards." tongue rolls over teeth, the small fangs present there. "whatever her limits are, i respect. i enjoy what gets her off."

hand rolls up, through his hair, lightly fluffing the tarnished golden strands. "i presume that is not what you meant, though. you mean actions."

"you already have, so does it truly matter if i answer yes or no?" aw man, he's one of those. still, he makes a gesture with his hand for the faceless one to proceed.