The flick of her tongue helped in that pursuit.
He didn't quite know what to do when the warmth of her saliva slid across his snout; Njal looked down his nose at her, going cross-eyed briefly, and then pulled away as if to sneeze. He gave a small cough as his eyes squeezed shut, and he adjusted himself so that he could look upon her. The red girl was free from his grip and he looked both sheepish and confused down upon her coiled body. How idiotic of him to get so caught up in their silent game! He did not speak an apology but there was a sweeping sound as his tail dropped, and he murmured to her with his teeth finally hidden away.
The lick was nothing to him; Njal was not the kind of individual who would see anything suspect about a small behaviour such as this. He was dense, and perhaps a bit too dumb to realize any actual connotations. With his ears flicking back against his thick skull, Njal reached towards the girl with a wiggling nose, hoping to inspect her, to make sure she was still all right after his overzealous reaction.