the flash of peregrine's white teeth against his dark fur, and the subsequent words that followed, brought a low rumble of laughter forth from the male. he too glanced skyward, though his commentary was for peregrine. i am humbled by your pleasure in my skill, he told the devil, eyes dancing in the lightening atmosphere. he did not think of what he had done in terms of perfection, only in growing affection, a thrumming lust.
at length lasher reclined among the velvet blades of emerald, flicking his tailtip toward the panther with a softly fond look in his eyes. he was both pleased that peregrine had taken his offer, and sated with an ability that had not waned. the pursuit of pleasure, for taltos, was collective, not a singular intention, and if such things never occurred again, he would be content.