A gasp, a gulp that consumes the blitheness that wholly penetrates the atmosphere. The cheerful melody of his nickname gliding, fluttering from those soft lips as the boy worships his horned crown with such affection. Karstaag was eroded by the whirlwind, gusts battering him, consuming him wholly in tempestuous love. Momo was the type to love absolutely and Karstaag consumed it absolutely. "Mmmm... I just adore the way ye sing me name, darlin'~" Reverb in the growl that slips from lips clenched so tight between his teeth. He stares down in reverence at the boy cradled so snugly in his arms, constricted in impassioned embrace with paws that take advantage of such vulnerable flesh. Eyes flash with a parched ache, spilling over into cheekbones that twitch under the strain of a smile cracking his exterior. Karstaag could eat him up. Right here, right now. But, business was business - pleasure would come later.
"Aye, let's go kill the lit'le beastie..." Karstaag deprives himself from the harmonic discord of the princeling's laughter and vivid hydrangeas that gaze up at the dwarf so ardently, to follow the lead of his finger directing them to their objective. A jolly little hum that catches in his throat, echoes and pulses in the lift of his chest, heart thumping against Momo's frame. He lets out a hearty chuckle, blaring loudly to drown out the cacophony of nature beneath the vastness of night. "Momo is such'a good lad, aren'tcha? Always helpin'. Good boy~" He'd coo his praise with a bestial rumble that colors the edges with a tinge of depravity. He coddles him so devoutly, coveting like the fine emerald he was.
Karstaag leans down to bake in heated breath, leaning into the dainty fingers that glided across his rough, bushy face, a playful nibble that lowers into a blistering kiss that sears pinkish lips - sunburnt from such torrid breaths. He devours Momo's elation - consumes it. "Alright, alright, love~ We got a job ta do now, aye! Ye lit'le cutie~" He'd release his little prince, fighting back all his uncouth urges, a gentle tap of his fingers against the boy's slender frame, eyes intensely burning with covetous desire. "Stick close ta yer Staggy, aye?" It was pointless to say, knowing full well that nothing could really control the little whirlwind if something struck his fancy in the moment. Karstaag swings the door open, the swivel of it hinges and the crash of wood upon an unseen boundary.
He trudges through the entrance, enveloped by silence and shadows alike, a hand gripping for his axe as he tilts his head to peek inside and then back around to Momo with a toothy grin. A hiss of a creature emerges from the abyss, warning the duo. "Le's get th' beastie so we can get paid an' go have some fun, aye, darlin?"