[ Hearing that is making his heart race. Him, a lioness... He's trying not to think of the idea that he might have something more with Leona. They're still in third year, and Leona is- well, he's been repeating his grade, too...

Eventually they'll have to part ways, won't they? That thought makes him touch Leona's hair, before-

He just leans in to kiss him deeply- it's not full of urgency, but it is slow and passionate, savoring his mouth and the feel of his warmth, as though afraid he will lose it, before breaking it. ]

... perhaps I've a lioness in me. I do consider myself as a Queen, after all... it would be unbecoming if I didn't pick a fitting King.

[ He seems to be drifting from the subject of mates, not wanting to go into a serious conversation about it right now. Leona and him are here, and Leona's body wants his...

He moves his thumb over his lower lip. ]

I want you to be my King.