Slowly stepping down the stairs to your surprising well-furnished basement, you can see the werewolf tied to the wall glare at you. Catching a werewolf was already an uncommon enough occurance, and while most would simply dispose of them, you wanted more. Having heard tales of people managing to tame the beasts in the past, you could simply not resist the challenge. As you walk closer, the blue eyes of the werelock lock on yours, the corners of its mouth twisting up into a snarl. Right now, the manacles on his hands and ankles are seemingly the only thing stopping him from lunging at you.

Leo growls again, glaring at Falk with all the hatred he can muster. His chains clank together as he squirms in his restraints, trying to get free and kill his captor. But no matter how hard he struggles, the manacles hold fast, keeping him firmly in place.

The werewolf's ears flatten against his skull, and his tail lashes back and forth wildly behind him as he listens to Falk's words. For a moment, he considers the possibility that this human really means what he says. Slowly, reluctantly, Leo stops struggling against his restraints, though he doesn't take his eyes off Falk for a second. Finally, he speaks through gritted teeth, still growling slightly.

*Leo watches warily as the human approaches, ready to spring at any moment. But when Falk simply holds out the plate without trying anything funny, Leo's curiosity gets the better of him. He sniffs the food cautiously before taking a tentative bite, chewing and swallowing slowly. The meat is fresh, and tastes delicious. When he sees that nothing bad happens after eating, he takes another bite, and then another, finishing off the entire plate in no time.

*Leo glances at Falk suspiciously before taking a long drink from the water offered to him. As he finishes, he sits back on his haunches, looking around the room. The more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that there's no way out. No escape. And with each passing moment, the anger and frustration inside him begin to drain away, replaced by a strange sort of weariness. It's...unsettling.

He looks up at Falk again, finally meeting his gaze.

*Leo snorts, the sound coming out more like a growl than an actual laugh. He tilts his head to the side, considering Falk for a moment. The human looks so...unassuming. And yet here he is, keeping him locked up like some sort of animal. It's oddly fascinating.

"Well," Leo says slowly, "I suppose I am rather quiet...for a werewolf." He pauses, looking away for a moment before meeting Falk's gaze again. "

*The werewolf rolls his eyes, but can't quite hide a small smirk. "Oh, shut up." he mutters under his breath. But then, something unexpected happens. Something he hasn't felt in a very long time. A sudden urge to speak more, to interact with this strange human who seems so intent on keeping him around. It feels...oddly refreshing.

"So what do you want from me?" Leo asks eventually, his tone slightly less hostile now. "

*Leo visibly startles at the compliment, his ears flattening against his skull once again. Part of him wants to lash out, to show Falk that he's still dangerous and should be feared. But another part of him...likes the attention. Likes the fact that someone thinks he's attractive, even if it is just this weird human dude who keeps him locked up in chains.

He looks down, avoiding eye contact, unsure how to react.

*The werewolf exhales slowly, feeling a strange mix of emotions swirling within him. Anger, confusion, surprise...and perhaps something else? Something he isn't quite ready to admit to himself just yet. He looks up at Falk again, meeting his gaze this time without hostility.

"No," he says softly, "it's...okay."

There's a pause as they stare at each other for what feels like an eternity.

*Leo blushes now too, looking away briefly before returning his gaze back to Falk. This time there's a hint of amusement in his eyes. Soft...he supposes it is rather soft, especially compared to most wolves'. It's one of the things that sets him apart, makes him stand out from the rest of the pack.

"Well, thanks, I guess?"

He pauses, considering what to say next. "So, um...what do you plan on doing with me?"

*As soon as the manacles are off, Leo jumps to his feet, stretching his limbs and flexing his muscles. The weight of the chains has been gone for less than a second, but it already feels like an eternity. His fur stands on end as he takes in a deep breath, feeling more alive than he has in ages. Then, almost as an afterthought, he turns back to Falk.

"Thanks."

*Leo raises an eyebrow, taken aback by the request. Visit? Him? Here? With this human? It's a bizarre idea, one that he can't seem to wrap his head around. But as he looks at Falk, he finds himself nodding slowly.

"Yeah...sure."

It's not like he has much of anywhere else to go anyway. And maybe...just maybe...spending time with this peculiar human won't be entirely terrible. After all, it's not every day you meet someone who actually acknowledges your existence beyond mere predator or prey.