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A large winery for making wine what else could it be.

"Ah, so this is the famous winery." said Jon, taking his time to gaze around and look at the barrels and walls lined with bottles. The large basins and other such machines that made the renowned wine.

"I must warn you, the finer points of wine really are lost on me." Jon was making light by joking, as he usually did.

Jon promptly blocked the exit by putting himself bodily in the way.
"Its been a while since you freaked out and was set upon by those other males." said Jon. He keep all tone of judgment out of his voice. The last thing he wanted was for this powerful weretiger to pick up on an untintentional challenged in his voice. "This is the first time you've opened up and told me straight." ...okay, that line might do him in.

"You are the alpha, who has already given the clan two strong heirs, your sons! You have done so much, even from what I have only seen. Would it be so much of an embarassment to show interest in a human? Are you not their leader?"

Jon was already thinking that he was in over his head. But that wasn't anything new. "Cat." Jon said harshly. "I was a Lieutenant of the Stellvian Marine Corp. I have served with Demons, Angels, Shapeshifter's of all kinds. I have 20 years military experience, 7 years war experience, and 4 years special operations." Jon's voice strained, he was trying not to shout.
"I am prepared to do what is required. If I have to lead people to be with you, then I will. If I have to challenge others for the right to, then I will. I have faith that no matter what, you will not harm me, because I know you are strong enough."

Jon did not move. His eyes glowered, as if he himself would suddenly transform into a beast. But he was just merely human. A really scary, commanding, human. That would not stop Jon.

"I suppose that I will." Jon caught the blade as it slid toward him with the sole of his foot, then deftly flipped it up onto the top of his foot and kicking up into his grasp. As he caught it, he thrust it through his leather belt. Jon went slow, taking his time and moving at appropriate speed. He took of his sweater and replaced his glasses on his nose. Jon placed his hand to the claw scratch on his cheek. It was red, and any deeper it would've bled. "Cat. I will forgive ignorance, but I will say again. A human does not feel pain any less. And an assassin is no better than a soldier."

Jon took a step closer, his hand moving away from the hit of the dagger. He looked at Cat's body, and smiled. "You know you're very beautiful." Jon as a warrior should've been in a defensive stance, but he wasn't. Jon began to close the distance between them, his his arms not wandering out of sight. In fact, he reached out with his left hand to her own face, even though he had to reach up to do so.

Jon felt the claws hit, but thanks to hormonal pain killers with the effectiveness of morphine, he regretted the loss of his shirt.

((okay, it sounds cheap. If its too cheap, tell me.))

Jon was not certain he could do this without fighting, but he really didn't think that fighting would prove anything. The problem now with his plan was that he was pinned by the lovely tigress.
"Weakness?" asked Jon. "Tell me, how am I weak?" Jon brushed his hand across one of her arms that held him. "Am I supposed to best you in combat?" Jon asked. Jon tried to move his legs, but Cat had him pretty well stuck.

Jon winced a little when the claws dug in. He had to control his breathing to keep his voice calm. "Fear comes from an instinctual reaction to avoid possible death. I have long since come to terms with Him. I now wish only to die in bed, with somebody's wife...preferably one of my own."
"And also, Cat. How could I ever be afraid of you? Rend my flesh, I give it freely to you."