Hideaway Strath I can show you the devil

Though the Grandmaster braces for his equal’s attack, it doesn’t make it hurt any less. Nyra’s cutting into his face once more. This time slashing the crown of his forehead and she doesn’t stop there, aiming for his throat as well. She pushes against him and he topples back, feeling her teeth nick his throat too. He goes limp, but still tense, as he exposes his belly to her. Chin still pulled down towards his chest to prevent her from gnawing at anything further, he shows complete submission — all except his pretty little throat. Yet, his paws are pulled close to his body, except one that rests uselessly on her chest in order to uselessly try and stop her advances. 

Assuming she doesn’t go any further, he would lie there and stare at her like a deer caught in headlights. Allowing himself only to submit because of the situation and Nyra herself. If she were a stranger he would’ve fought right back, but she’s not and his respect for her flows deep — the only thing preventing him from biting back.