Markus made an indignant squaw, an ugly sound coming from a throat so pretty. "I am already pretty. He's merely enhancing my beauty."
And he was quick to buffet the tailor with a wing. "Do not poke me. Ever. I will lift you high into the sky and drop you, watch you scream, and delight in the way your body breaks. Then I will eat your eyes and your liver, dead or alive."
This was said as conversationally as possible as he spread his wings wide to allow the strange tailor to measure him.
He may or may not have positioned himself so that Nathaniel could have the best view of the man-body he so delighted in.
Despite hating the way men looked, Markus somehow had a very desirable man-form, and one that he'd never known until the day he transformed on Nathaniel's balcony a long time ago.
And he was quick to buffet the tailor with a wing. "Do not poke me. Ever. I will lift you high into the sky and drop you, watch you scream, and delight in the way your body breaks. Then I will eat your eyes and your liver, dead or alive."
This was said as conversationally as possible as he spread his wings wide to allow the strange tailor to measure him.
He may or may not have positioned himself so that Nathaniel could have the best view of the man-body he so delighted in.
Despite hating the way men looked, Markus somehow had a very desirable man-form, and one that he'd never known until the day he transformed on Nathaniel's balcony a long time ago.
