Hideaway Strath Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin'

He wants to laugh his ass off when she startled struggling and wriggling beneath him. Actually, he has to stop tickling her because he’s doing just that. Releasing a boisterous laugh from his maw as she pleads for him to stop. 

“Oh, you sound lovely when you beg, dear.” He hums then with a devious smirk. 

Only then does he finally stand and allow her on her feet. “You’re adorable.” He says then and then he’s trotting a few feet away playfully. “Want to come on a patrol with me, beautiful? Maybe do a bit of sight seeing?” He asks then with a humorous wiggle of his circular brows. “You know I love to spoil you.” He purrs with a wink in her direction.