Blackbeak Bluff if you wanna break these walls down, you're gonna get bruised

Tine marveled at the way he followed her lead regarding the bite, thinking she had caught herself a prize indeed and wondering how much more he might be willing to overlook. For now she did not test it, responding to his second whine with another nip that was not quite as hard as the first. The Messeda girl stopped her grooming to nuzzle into him, a single breathy utterance escaping her: Engel.
All her meaning was poured into it, and part of her hoped (in vain, no doubt) that he would ignore or reject the subtle invitation. Another part of her, growing by the moment, craved his pain and blood in the context of the situation they were in-- common sense told her he would likely not share this quirk of hers, though, and she found herself more than a bit disappointed by that.