#machinejaws

    EVEN, is her tone as icy gaze settles ‘pon the white cyborg. An obvious lack of interest in her eyes, yet it is IMPOSSIBLE to not notice the waves of emotion that roll off of him.

Fairly high as far as a mere mortal goes. He’s been through some shit, been beaten up, tortured, bitten, stabbed, just about anything you can imagine and more. It should be absolutely noted that he’s not much of a fighter. No finesse. His general philosophy when it comes to fight is “hit ‘em hard before they can drop you.” Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t....

    “Y’know -- American sitcom, alien gets taken in by a family and the furry bastard’s always tryin’ t’eat the cat. Never seen a bit of it m’self, but I knew a guy that was obsessed with aliens, even rubbish shows on the telly bout ‘em.”

“Einweg.”

“Hm~? And now, it is not polite to follow around the unknown, staying behind in the shadows~”

“Oh I dunno... You could mean here...“ She took one of his hands and singled out the thumb, nibbling the tip before dragging her teeth along the first joint.

“Teeth around you where, Sven. Be specific.“ A hungry glint of gold sparked in Audrey’s eyes and she grinned. Not that she had any reservations about putting her teeth anywhere. She just wanted to hear him say it.

Audrey quirked an eyebrow at him quizzically. “Really?“