You step out into the warm summer night, phone in hand, the street around you bathed in lamplight. Rex insists you two can "get closer" near the bar, and so, with minimal deliberation, you head out to meet your pred.
After a few minutes' walk you round upon your hookup. You find him lounging outside the pub in the mouth of a wide alley, the dark tank-top and loose shorts hanging off of him leaving little to the imagination. Legs crossed, back to the wall, you can see the muscle in his build and the substantial bulge at his crotch even in the low lighting. The closer you get to him, the more you realize the sheer size of him: the scaly seems at least eight feet tall, and probably weighs as much as three men.
You can see fangs in his smile as he absently skims over his mobile, talons tipping his fingers and toes, and a thick, powerful tail coiling down beside him. You find it hard not to shrink -- Rex feels like a predator in a way that make your hair stand on end.
His sharp, hungry gaze falls on you at your approach, a grin crossing his reptilian features.
"Mmh... you look even more edible in person," he rumbles. "So, do I get to thank you for being such an eager meal first?"
