Tilting her head she let one hand rest on her hip, extending the other towards him. “Kureha.” Perhaps the typical woman would have felt uncomfortable with that canine-like growl in his voice, but not her. She was rather unconcerned. Actually, maybe even perhaps a little intrigued. Not necessarily at the suggestion that hadn’t quite slipped passed her, but in a general sense.
“Kureha,” he repeated slowly, enunciating each syllable with hungry intent - as if by speaking it alone he could devour her. “I’ll be sure to keep it on the tip of my tongue at all times.”
With grin in place, his hand took hers. An unreasonably mundane gesture he might have normally scoffed at, but there wasn’t a movement he was making that didn’t look like it was taken without the precision efforts of a predator. “Fen. It’s important you don’t forget,” he said just as slowly, with an almost-warning in his voice. He wasn’t sure it would do her any good, though, in the long run.