Moonspear be devout to hunger, child

Drogon watches as she rises to her feet and draws nearer to him, closing the distance between them. The warrior in him assess her movements, and the tactician studies her movements though it does him little good because …he already knows her intentions. She’s asked permission and he’s granted it. He sees no harm in a little kiss. Still, the tundrian can’t help but tense up slightly as her cheek nearly touches his and as he feels her warm touch as she presses her muzzle into his fur. He’s never been kissed before and thus he’s not sure what is or what is not involved in the process. It is the base of his ear that she plants a small, albeit tender kiss. His ear twitches in response and he lets out a low rumble of some sort when she commends him on a job well done, assuming that she means The Glamour trick ( because he certainly didn’t do anything with the kiss aside from stand there ). It had been …sweet, but admittedly it leaves the sotapäällikkö with a pang of disappointment. He expected more though he had no actual idea why — it’s not like he’s got other experiences to cross reference the kiss Wraen gave him with. He offers a nod of thanks, choosing to remain verbally silent while she lingers close to him.