They kept silent as they descended down the hill to the brink of the cold, rocky stream. He tried to be abstain from looking when she undressed - not an easy feat. "I'm an outlaw scoundrel. If I tell you I may have to kill you." Noticing the attempt at cheap humor is not taken well, he coughs a little. "Vlad. They call me Vlad." He approached her and as a consequence stepped into the cold river. A better idea popped in his mind - one that would make them significantly less exposed to either cold air, or streams, or peeking eyes. "How do they call you, furless ?" . Human courting is a chore that the coyote understood too little, though even he knew that his initial plan to add "apart from beautiful" to his question would've been laughable.