Trystan chuckled, shaking his head, his ears swiveling just enough so he could hear Sam's whispers. He'd have to ask her about that later, and maybe see if he couldn't set up some kind of surveillance system. And then he smelled food, his stomach growling slightly. "Shush you." It growled again, almost as if in defiance. "Shush, or you don't get any dinner." It stayed silent after that. The kitsune followed behind the tiger, plopping himself down besides Sam. With a small chuckle, he leaned in close to her, resting his head on her shoulder once again. "So," he whispered. "What's this I heard about debauchery while we were on patrol?" He chuckled, smiling up at her, exposing his cute little fangs. "And as for you not knowing whether or not I just want in your pants........" With a small smile, he nipped lightly at her neck, pulling away just enough to continue whispering. "It's a little of both." Finally he pulled away from her completely, leaving his tails to wrap around her almost lovingly. Protectively.