"Would I say such a thing?" She grinned and bent down, nuzzling under his jaw, cheeks and body touching him as much as possible. There was his own scent, but sex was in the air mingling with it and it was a heady mix. "A vicious lie. You're incredibly fit. Lean, even." Well, stocky, but in that way that one was when they were a little shorter, but hardy and active. She kissed down his chest, stopping at his nipple and giving it a light graze with the edge of her teeth. "In fact, if you ask me, you could use a little fattening up. I have lots of food and I would adore making you something to eat. In a bit."

And that was definitely the shifter in her talking. Dwarves had braids, shifters had food. Making sure your mate or family members were well fed, well cared for, that was a top priority. Food was part of the courting process for all shifters and she was getting to that point with him where the idea of feeding him was becoming a need.