The Sunspire hooked on a feelin'

Liffey giggled at her mate's response. He dismissed the idea of her being a dried up old prune in a way that allowed her room to pretend to be angry that he would ever think of her as such in that he hadn't rejected the notion, but also in that he didn't mind the idea at all. She decided not to tease him about it, knowing how he could be sensitive. And besides, the meal had given her some strength back, and soon enough, he was posing a completely innocuous question that her hormones were twisting into something far more risque.

"Better, yeah," she quipped, giving him a wry, suggestive grin, "Why? Did you have... something in mind that you'd like to do with me, my alpha?" Her voice was a purr as she stretched out languidly before him, her tail arcing high as it waed through the air.