Sunbeam Lair just dance like you're disappointed in the world

The strangeness of the whole thing doesn't fade, though it's undeniably a pleasurable experience. He finds himself a far more doting lover with the grey girl than any man he's been with so far, preening and kissing along the back of her neck and between her shoulderblades and following her cues closely. Even in the disorienting aftermath, feeling a little fogged and somehow very far away from the world around him, he fills the time between their finish and their separation with casual affection. It's part attraction and part anxiety, an unshakeable worry that the girl will regret their affair.
When he's finally able to part from her, he suddenly remembers that they haven't even exchanged names. Was that um — did you enjoy it? It slips from him before he even realizes he's going to say anything. Fortunately for him, he's no longer possessing of the mental energy to be mortified over it; all he can muster is mild embarrassment. I'm Alarian, by the way. He adds after a moment, moving to her side with his tail swishing slowly. He doesn't settle down, though — he hasn't forgotten his offer to feed her.