Neverwinter Forest it's about progress

Dice are mean, hah.

Mal hadn't noticed either, at least not consciously. But the little nagging voice hadn't gone away. Maybe it got stronger for a second, even. Don't be too much of a fool, Mal. But hey, some of this was a learning experience for him too, so maybe a benefit if you looked at it cross eyed. 

Zephyr shifted and Mal's workable area expanded a bit -- add in teasing an ear, and nibbling along the longer fur of his cheek to the repertoire, but not too much more adventurous. Then I'll have to let you enjoy it a little while longer, hm? Mal mused. If things stayed like this, they were safe, so Mal made no move beyond that. Just let Zephyr enjoy the daze he'd been put into for a little while longer before Mal had to be a party pooper and make sure he got that scent off him. Sure, the bit of grooming would help a little, but there was a lot more fur that Mal hadn't touched, nor was planning to if he could help it. It wasn't like Mal didn't enjoy it, it just came with way too much potential baggage for him to do so completely -- and those were only the things he knew about and understood.