The lion was still as a stone and perhaps just as dense. He stared back into her eyes and managed little more than a nervous laugh. This certainly was...different. A small flag rose up in the back of his mind- he'd seen couples before. Nose to nose, their eyes peering into eachother's, gentle smiles and sweet complements.
Oh heavens...
"Perfect? Hardly." Perfect... what a word. A flawed word. If he knew he was a b*****d, a low ranked member of the pride. He had no honor to his name and no prowess to speak of. Not yet anyway. All that he sought to change.
"Ooh? Help is something I can gladly offer."
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