Two Rivers Isle [M] What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you

Ady was taken aback by the way she was being stared at. Clearly he wanted to know what to say, but hadn't she also said that she was not a good pupil. Though, she could have a little fun. Her mother had indeed taught her what to do, what to say. She hadn't been very apt at picking up the right words, mostly because the thought of simpering to a male, made her ill, especially to one she didn't even like. 

Instead, a small gentle smile took place on her face, and she lowered her gaze. And then slowly met his again and looked away. 

She moved closer, shifting until she was chest to chest and lay her nose near his ear. A soft whine left her maw. And she whispered. 

Her voice was soft, low. Lots of things Ully. But I was not an apt  pupil at least for words.

She tilted her muzzle down from his ear, to the edge of his muzzle, her tongue darting out gently. Then back in, another soft whine. She nibbled at his shoulder. Nose moved from his ruff down, and then back up. Gentle nibbles, and pressure.

 Finally she stilled, pressed harder against him, and then stepped back and again, brown eyes looking up at his. And she tossed her head.

Something a bit like that.