Cerulean Cape hey-- i was doing just fine before i met you

Whenever Engel flicked his ears, Tine would catch one in a firm, playful nip before she resumed grooming them. The shadow would have carried on like this for some time, but her red-cloaked companion had other ideas. She hadn't paid much attention to where he was going with his own grooming-- until he touched on a spot she could not ignore.
The Messeda girl sucked in a sharp breath and shivered, pausing for a few beats to regain her composure. It was difficult with Engel grooming and nipping at such a sensitive spot; perhaps her most sensitive. The softest part of her throat, where it was so alarmingly vulnerable. All Engel would have to do now was bite down... she tensed a little, half expecting it.
But the bite never came-- and for the first time Tine felt some spark of real trust for Engel.