I won't let this die

Sitri felt her shift to gain more of a dominant stance over him and his muscles tightened inadvertently. Soon enough he felt her gentle perusal of his person and he was even more wary, what torture did she have in store for him, what now would she do to his already scarred body and soul and mind.

He froze and looked at her with stuttered red eyes as her growl turned apologetic and approving at the same time. It was a strange mix of that he was certain, but he took it. He'd prefer that sound to an open wound any day. Queen Jinx... His words were a cross between a statement and a question. He didn't really know what he was asking, but the question was posed none the less. He was curious as to what he did now, did he continue to grovel? Or should he get up? SHould he lick her chin in a more show of submission? or just lay there prone for the time being.