Mesh tapped a claw against his chin as if in thought, seriously pondering if a slap would speak more clearly than her firey words. Well, it would be more sobering, that was for sure! And he was certain that she could likely knock out a few fangs with a good, winded-up hit; after all, it was always the prettier ones who were the more violent and vicious, wasn't it? Just as he opened his mouth to tell her so, the statement poised on the tip of his tongue, she did something completely alien to Mesh.
"E-Eh...?!" Came out of his mouth instead, stammering, telling of the vastly lower IQ he had immediately sunk to the moment she sashayed over to him like... like that. He straightened up with every step she crossed closer to him, swallowing hard, until she was finally close enough that he could... could even smell her again! Though she was speaking, saying something surely, he couldn't understand a word that she said - he was far too busy boggling at her, eyes flared wide and a searing blush burning across his cheeks. There was something wrong here, something terribly amiss that a girl so very bipolar would be approaching him, of all people. It was ominous, it was dangerous, and something in the very recesses of whatever remained of Mesh's brain tried to warn him so, but... It was futile. Mesh was far beyond helping. So far beyond it, in fact, that when she delivered her cheeky little punch line, he merely tipped forward and dragged his wet, sand-papery tongue up the side of her face.
Yes, that's right. Mesh licked her, a lick laced with slobber and alcohol and love. "Neh, lass." He chirped, beaming with some silly grin, "I can't disappear. I ain't magic - I'm a shifter, savvy?" After illustrating this effect by batting her with the large and fluffy expanse of his tail, he sniffed the air pointedly and looked down in her direction, "You, as well, yeah? I can smell yeh, and yer not like the ordinary human ner frilly mage smell. So, why would ye want me to go away, I'm practically yer brother in arms!" Throwing his hands up in the air excitedly, and with his tail beating to and fro behind him much more like a dog's wagging than any sort of fox, Mesh continued with a smile like someone who didn't know he'd just signed his death wish in blood, "Adalade... Adalaaa~... Addy? Neh, I think I'll call you Lade... Lady! How's that, lass?"