Akin let out a dramatic and long sigh. If he were human, he would've put his hand over his head and swooned to the sky.

Yes, yes, I suppose that wouldn't make sense. A part of him was a little disappointed. If Dilaver had done something so egregiously annoying such as this, it would certainly give Akin the right to kill him, right? Oh his life would be so easy if that cretin wasn't walking around.

The lioness offered her name and Akin looked like he could've melted into a puddle of tiger. Akin liked to remember all the names of the women he met, maybe he would even hyper-fixate on the little details they thought he wouldn't notice. They way they pushed their fur around, the way they lingered on certain flowers, the way their faces reacted when biting into a freshly caught prey. Perhaps his attentiveness is why they liked him, or maybe he was just soft in the belly. Either way he was happy.

Akin would purr if he had the means but, instead his throat made a rhythmic and low-toned sound between breaths. Only brief, just a few times (he wanted to avoid annoying her with extra sounds), but more than enough to communicate his happiness if it wasn't easily seen by his body language alone.

You may call me whatever you like. He cooed, his eyelids resting halfway in a relaxed and flirtatious gaze.

But Akin is what I am called.

The tiger waltzed close to her until he was about 5 feet away. He thumped his rear into the sandy dirt, his whole body looking like it was perfectly relaxed. Not even a single tensed muscle. In a way, a submission. Akin never wanted to fight a lady, heaven's no! Akin wanted only to hear them speak in their lovely voices while he looked at their beautiful faces. His tail gently raised and beat into the dirt, slowly and methodically.

He looked like he was in the clouds but, really he was thinking. Taking note of the freckles on her fur that could only be seen when close. Akin wondered if she would notice his wandering eyes.