Fisher was decked out in his wicked new armor, shining metal casing covering his whole back, flexible enough that he could curl up into a ball and practically become invincible-- and to be honest, the cocky little runt wanted to show off to one of his favorite ladies. You see, Fisher was becoming something of a... What do you call it... A playboy, if you will.

And he wasn't going to stop until he got SOME SORT OF ASS. Thankfully, Fang had always sort of playfully hinted that she was totally down for whatever whenever and so he romped over to the dusty place he knew as Monoceros... And realized he had absolutely no idea where anything was. He had never been in the horribly loud, obnoxiously windy place and he stepped out into the open and felt incredibly exposed.

He supposed he would have to find one of Fang's many thieves and see if they knew where she was, but little did he know that he was about to find his way into a hole so deep that he would just simply assume there was treasure if he just dug a bit deeper.

Fisher really needed a better outlet than just harassing random gembounds, but whoops. Here he was.

Fisher heard someone call out to him and he froze, putting on a playful grin. Aha, there! Someone who could help him find his way to Fang-- woah woah woAH HOLD UP. Fisher paused as he looked at the stout, long tailed mammal bathed in soft, puffy white fur and he did a double take.

She wasn't quite a noodle, but as he took a step around her, tilting his head, he could tell she was... Definitely closer to his species than most he ran into in the cave. Besides, that tail of hers looked absolutely cozy, like something he could bury his curious little nose into and fall asleep like it was a pillowy cloud.

The mustelid cleared his throat and raised his head, grinning even harder as he started to bark out a reply, "Well, heeeeeeeeello, sweetheart~" His coo of greeting extended to her, he bowed his head, tail swishing low behind him in a sway. She was absolutely luscious, he thought as he watched her with his narrow coppery gaze, unable to wipe the smirk off of his stupid face.

"This just happens to be state of the art protective armor, perfect for helping me fight off any big nasty gembounds who think they might want to hurt any cuties on my watch." He stepped closer to her, completely forgetting just why he had come to Monoceros in the first place.

"My name's Fisher, sweetheart, at your service!" He offered with a coy wink, bringing himself as close as she'd dare let him. His gem glistened and sparked under his armor faintly as he tried to touch at her heart strings and pluck a few of them-- a little devious secret of his that got All The Ladies ™ swooning at his feet.

The pale skunk spoke slowly, softly, staring at him with baffled confusion. She seemed a bit intimidated by him at first, but she still replied to him and that was basically all he was looking for. She pondered over his armor and he was quick to nod and show off just how flexible it was with a bit of stretching and twisting.

"Like a dream," he practically pured in response to her question, and finally she gave her name to him reluctantly. Better yet, she told him that she was part of the Merrymen! That meant she knew Fang, which was why he was here, but that could certainly wait-- Oh. She had noticed his magic, had she? The babe took a step back, baring her fangs at him, snapping a sharp retort that was stern.

A lady who liked to set up boundaries. No problem for the great fisher cat, who merely dipped his head and smiled up at her remorsefully. "Ah, my apologies. Sometimes the metal makes my magicks act up... You see, I'm an electricity user, and, dearie, sometimes a bit of static makes the heart race. Don't worry, it's harmless." It was a shame she had caught him, but that was alright. Surely she could understand a simple mistake.

"I would never cast on someone so carelessly on purpose. Forgive me, Miss Fleur," he cooed, raising his chin and taking a shy step back. Despite lying straight to her face, he kept up the reserved, shy expression and turned his eyes away from her. "Perhaps you would like to try the armor on? I could slip it off and you can see how it feels-- it's probably a bit too long, a little too big, but that's alright."

He smiled softly, glancing back at her. A little prickle of amusement slipped into his tone as he teased, "would keep my gem from misbehaving, too."

The emotions that Fisher expected the young lady to have were far from what he received. She felt, on one level, confused-- but on others, envious, curious, wanting. Oh, she wasn't interested in him, he could feel that out with his magic, but he was starting to feel confident that she was interested in what he had to offer her-- which, in the end, maybe could be the same thing? He flashed a grin at her words, leaning back on his haunches to undo some straps-- it was a complicated, fussy thing, that always took more effort than he liked, but it was easier to get off than on and he supposed that was a good thing.

The noodle slipped out of the armor, listening to it clink on to the dusty floor. He popped up, his fur all messy from the helmet, and beamed at her. "Well, you see, Miss," he went to explain immediately, "I've been in enough rough and tumble fights that it's always good to be prepared." Promptly he shifted around so he could show off his massive scar along his flank. "That, and my stone was damaged in an unfair battle, two huge bastards against just me, barely won with my life intact-- so it's sensitive. Better to keep it protected from the elements when I can."

That all explained, he nudged the metal stuff towards Fleur, encouraging her to go ahead and wiggle right in. It would be too big and heavy for her, he was sure, so she wouldn't run off with it. Though, to be honest, he thought her a nice, civilized woman. One worth grooming with his gentle, kind words until she fell for him.