Lion Head Mesa con[m]igo

gucci was lost in the bliss of being cleaned and massaged, and even thought that, perhaps, his weeks of misery were worth the sweet release this wonderful young fellahin bestowed upon him with her gentle paws and muzzle, freeing him of all built up tension.

he had even begun to drift off, responding to the woman with a growly "mmhm", eyes closed and only the occasional kick of his hindquarters showing he was still among the waking. but her suggestion regarding crowfeather puzzled him. one ear got more rigid than its relaxed counterpart.

"well, there was some talk of gettin' him a wife,  so that m--" 

the light, but continued contact with his privates startled gucci. his eyes shot open and found the servant's, blue-green and filled with something he did not, for a moment, recognise, as it had been some time since he was last expected to sire a litter of champions. 

but he did recognise it, eventually. 

"u-uh, young miss this, this is ey- a-ah mean." he chuckled nervously and scooted backwards, even thought the stones blocked his retreat. "a-a-ahm not, not that kind'a man, haha." he now looked everywhere expect towards the woman. girl. "ahm jus'- jus'..." his speech devolved into gibberish.