"Cute nails."

It's a little scary to go on and flatter him, but you say it anyway. "I'm glad you like 'em! It's a lot of work." He swiftly answers, beaming like the morning sun after your comment.

You sit down on the ground and start to remove your boots and gear, resting your longsword against one of the tent-posts. "Do you shave yourself?" You ask- he's quite girly... but was it natural, or artificial?

You're shown that same smug grin from before. "Nope! I never grew fuzz." He answers you, but you're not sure you believe it- "That's how it normally goes for catboys. We're agile, flexible, and pretty girly." He tells you: there's an honesty to his voice that you actually start to trust.

But then, he leans in with gleaming eyes. "We tend to be at least bisexual pretty often too. I'm real good at fuckin'. And lucky you, I'm only into men!" He goes on in an eyeroll-worthy tangent, but you don't actually roll your eyes this time.

You don't exactly get the opportunity to either, as he closes the tent's flap and pulls off his leather tunic- ... well, who are you kidding? It's a slutty ranger dress for girly boys with perky butts.

Phillip plops down on your bedroll and rests his cheek on a hand while staring at you. "Is my body making you curious? Do you want to try putting it in ass instead of pussy? Have you been away from girls too long...?" He begins, while you watch his long light-freckled legs sway open for you...

His build really is exceptional: toned, but soft and sleek- his graceful contours are almost girlish but you realize he's simply long-limbed flexible, true to his feline blood. He gets half-hard before your very eyes just watching you gaze on him...

His fiery orange brows knit as he squints on you. "Come on. At least strip and cuddle with me. I don't care what your sexuality is, you'll like it!" He coaxes in protest, and...

You're not sure. What do you lose if you try it? -is ass better than pussy? You did love butts.. -his looks good! As pretty as he is, does it matter if he's male...?