"Well, if you want to pull on my horns, you're more than welcome to," he says with a wink in response to the comment about pulling on antlers, a grin flashing over his face.

"And yeah, I have to imagine the only people not immediately into you just aren't into women in general," he adds with a laugh, picking up the box of matches and pulling one out. He can't remember the last time he had to start a fire manually, but it can't be that hard, right? Strike the match, put it in with the leaves and sticks, blow on it a bit, then fire! Easy. "Or plants, I suppose. But I could wax poetic about your star-like freckles and fey grace, the way you walk through the wild it's a part of you..."

He lets out a low whistle and wistful sigh, shaking his head with a smile. "Don't need that moonglow to lull me into submission, that's for sure."