An artform of a stride, teetering between some incredibly laziness and a desire to be at least slightly well postured, takes this male along with a certain patience of a large cat.
  His gaze is equally stricken with sloth, peering from a feline visage which takes you in with an ever nonchalant manner. Surprises seemed out of the question even if one dared glance at him, as if his demeanor had already seen enough, or simply didn't care at all.
  That grin seemed to betray this creature's prior stated apathy, often worn with pride and entertainment. Only a glance to his tail would be needed to catch more of his inner interests when it would curl and flick in his delight.
  The feline was sculpted well, bearing a fine enough navy fur that his rippling muscles would not go veiled. In fact, that velvety coat almost gave more life to every twist and flex of his form, casting the most delicious of shadows onto an otherwise unblemished body.
 
Lights...
      Well now, I suppose these are necessary, but I'll only tell what the puppeteer grins at, the puppet is his own thing entirely.

  Shallow romances, flings and flighty intimacy. All things which may involve a more dominant, or perhaps more confident woman. I.E. Riding, in reverse and regular stances. Minor S&M, Dominance play, and that sort of thing. All in all, if you feel like it, ask, I'm easily persuaded.