He felt his lip pull up exposes sharp teeth to someone who couldn't see them. This was his home! How dare she ask if she could stay. It was just a little rain. She didn't have fur, and if it wasn't a she that was he most feminine man he ever heard. Eros was careful to keep the mirror face down on the creaky bed.
His steps were quiet, he didn't wear shoes, the nails didn't click against the ground, the pads of his feet were rough and the hair between his toes softened any possible noise anyway. He grew closer, watched her, frowning. "Yes." it was just rain. What a pansy. A little rain never hurt anyone.
"You may stay." He could put conditions up but, what would they be? Don't run? Don't scream? You have to stay the whole night or he'll steal her pants? Did she even have pants? Eros sighed and moved closer, still a good ways away, but close enough for her to see him and the fact he looked beastly. "If I am to have company for the night, I am Eros." Again, his voice didn't match his appearance. His voice was charming, even, though there was the occasional growl and rumble in his throat.
"You may start a fire if you find something dry to burn, just keep it from destroying my home. What is your name, Girl?"