[two predators staring at each other in the middle of the room. saber, a barely trained dog, tongue running between his teeth and playing with his canine, lips quirked up, eyes locked on hers. shauna, a feral cat with wandering eyes, baring her teeth, hackles raised. he looks pleased. too pleased.]

Like what you see?

[by the time she's got the sweatshirt on, he's pulling on a pair of pants. he moves lazily, but deliberate. no stumbling from grogginess or uncertainty about what's where, solidifying the impression that he's been here long enough to know the routine.]

Star Wars! Wow, been a while since anyone's said that. No, Saber Tooth. Like the animal. It's my name but not my real name, y'know? Real name's a secret. [shirt's on with an exaggerated sigh, then he's in front of her again. lottie didn't mind when he'd fixed her hair, now he's sure that shauna would smack him. he decides to do it anyway, tugging one last strand of hair out from her collar affectionately.] Nice to meet you, Shauna.