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Alya's gaze was merely interested as she watched him, now. He sat up, trapped her beneath him - that was fine, though. She wasn't worried about being overpowered. Only about being taken by surprise with his jaws near her throat or underbelly. It would be embarrassing to come to harm this way, after all, and she didn't want him coming out of that fight looking better than her, or worse - getting away entirely unscathed.

It seemed, however, that he was not interested in harming her. She could believe that, for now, and rewarded him with an appealing wiggle, turning more fully onto her back. Her paws reached up toward him, seeking purchase on his wiry neck to pull him down closer to her. Both so that she could feel his lean form against her own, and so that it would be far more cumbersome a move if he tried to attack her, now.

A sharp whine - begging and commanding in equal turns - escaped her, now. He seemed to know what he was doing (and that was good because one of them ought to), so she was willing to give him the freedom to interpret that command however he wished.