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Her recovery is as graceful as she, moving in delicacy and speed as she returns to her feet following his rather tame attack. Alya's exuberant laugh indicates she holds no qualms over his fashion of greeting, something that would likely have earned him a few scars if he had done so, only a few weeks prior. "Is that not how you like it?" His brow quirks with a suggestive grin, leaning the weight of his body against her as she moves possessively beneath his chin; a feline sort of way that characterizes who she is in the very action -- delicate on appearance yet strikingly vicious in nature.

Boldly, he moves to her neck, grazing bared teeth along the exposed skin in an odd struggle not to outright grip her in his jaws. It had been clear that the last time he had done so, the act had not been entirely welcome by her. A pity really; their unsuccessful attempt at mutual satisfaction would work itself out much sooner if he did not have to worry about her opposing his hefty figure atop her in a manner that only appeared constricting. It is where her hesitance to actually do the deed comes from, he figures. Perhaps if it was even physically possible, she'd likely request that she be the one on top, the one in control. Alas, control is something he is unwilling to give up and he goes in anyway, seeking out the tenderness of her neck with his canines in a manner that indicated where he wanted to go with it all.