Lost Creek Hollow If you've changed your mind

Treason probably should of expressed her certainty far earlier, she seemed to be almost enjoying this particular degree of doting.  Or maybe just that new directness.  And regardless of whether he was joking or not, she was happy to play along.  Mm.  I thought 'warlord' would be more of my kind of title than yours, she said with a smirk that grew a bit more devilish as she continued, but I'll help you plan your conquests.  She rested her head against him, content, though there was maybe a slight shift in her expression as she pondered the situation she suggested.  Dunno, that might actually be fun -- she could almost picture it, even if that probably wasn't Terance's thing at all.  Treason's tail continued to wave behind her -- maybe she really did like these moments.

Except then he leaned away to look at her again.  Aw c'mon.  Oh well.  Guess she should answer the question.  His shoulder was still the closest flat spot, so she reached out and poked him gently a few times with the tip of her nose, adding in a couple of swipes.  That was about as good of an approximation as she could figure.  It was less precise, but it would hopefully get the point across.  But coming from inside of you.  You can't control it, and it never seems to be in the exact same place.  They weren't quite to the full on trying to kick the hell out of her innards, that would be a little while longer.