Snippet #1411906

He allowed a faint smile, little more than a twitch at the corner of his lips - not that it could be seen beneath his muzzle, anyhow. He watched her mull over his offer, seeing thoughts churning in her eyes. She was distrustful, but agitated with her restraints. And of course, suspicious of his intentions. She gave a long glare at her cuffs, but there was such distrust in her expression Matt was at first sure she would turn him down. But then she sighed and agreed.
She walked to him, and he stood to meet her, cringing slightly at his burns. She was taller than him by a good couple inches, but this didn't bother him; he was accustomed to his height, and only occasionally longed to be taller. As her hands lifted to remove his muzzle, the smell of her blood wafted across his face. He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply, but resisted doing any more. Instead he distracted himself with her true scent... Past the salt water, she smelled, naturally, feminine, but also faintly like... ashes or smoke, but not unpleasantly. Like the very warmth of a fire. Then he focused on the feel of her hands, brushing past his dark hair. She first had to unbuckle several of the straps, which he could have done himself, but after that a few straps were locked in too awkward a place for him to break by himself. She, however, was able to tear through the tough fabric outside the locks after a little effort.

After it fell off his face she stepped away from him warily. Matt took a moment to stretch his jaw, moving it from side to side and then giving a great yawn - exposing some considerable canines. He returned his gaze to her then, stepping forward and gently grasping her wrists to pull her closer. Rather intimately close. The smell of her blood found him again, and this time he let loose - but on the metal link between her cuffs. His lips suddenly curled back and a small snarl escaped him. The canines he had briefly flaunted in his yawn clamped down on the restraints, and after just a few seconds of jaw pressure, crushed them. Before she hardly had a chance to react, he bit a second time to slice the wire linking the cuffs to the choker.

Now he stepped back, snapping his teeth on air a few times to test that they were alright. "That's the best I can do for now..." He said quietly. "So you'll be sticking with those stylish accessories," he gestured towards the cuffs and choker that remained latched onto her, though the links were broken. "... Unless you wish for me to break those off, too." But that would involve popping whatever remained of her personal space bubble. Not to mention, for the time being, his appetite might be overwhelming if he had to get that close.