Redhawk Caldera [M] Recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant

If she was a cat she'd have been purring. Lucky her she wasn't, but there was a definite satisfied purl to the sound as she confirmed, and a hint of a laugh. He sounded nervous. Which she actually enjoyed quite a bit at the moment, and she felt that same sensation return again, curling in her stomach and warming her up with a restless energy. Maybe she could make him even more skittish.

Mhmm. She pressed her nose to his neck again, but this time, began to nibble at it, teeth tracing a pattern down towards the hollow of his throat. She had no idea what drove her to do this. It was like someone else was driving and she was more than happy to give them the controls and sit back enjoying the show.

She growled, a low thrumming, and paused only long enough to ask the question. It wasn't one she'd wanted to ask but before she even realized, it was hanging in the air between them. What next?