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"Yes," he says with a nod of his head, which ceases the moment he realizes she can't even see the motion. He'd been lost in his own moment that he hadn't considered her, feeling a pang of guilt stab through him. He doesn't speak up against it, however, and smooths over her fur a little more. As much as he doesn't know about her, he doesn't want to leave a horrible impression of himself—likely that he already has—and instead shifts a little to make it more comfortable for the both of them. 

Sensitive (and now a little sore), he tries to remain still until he can carefully separate from the woman. He makes a half hearted attempt every so often but the slightest resistance keeps him in place until, finally, he's able to pull away without too much struggle and (hopefully) relatively pain free. He noses her once as a brief inspection but backs away, leaving her alone to do as she pleases, and twists to clean himself. 

"If... you need anything," he began once they both had been quiet for a moment, unsure how to go about this, unsure if she even wants to. "I live north east of here, on the other side of the mountain range. A place called Sleeping Dragon."