Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

He can tell she’s flustered. Or perhaps she’s uncomfortable, but he’s riding on the first option considering how she tilts her head in his direction, soaking up the affection.
At his question she seems almost confused, or he would place the emotion to be more timid than anything. Unsure of how to respond to him. He forgets that others, especially those younger than him, are more prone to becoming bashful when approached with such situations. Or at least that’s what he’s come upon. Due to this, he deems her answer sufficient. He also decides to spare her, let her make the decision perhaps. He’d rather draw it out, leave her wanting and hungry for him. Perhaps another time on a moonlit walk on the beach perhaps.

So he allows himself to gift her with a good few more laps against her thick pelt. “I’ll let you do the teasing then, dear. See how good you are.” He says easily, fully stepping over her now, flops his body down beside her with a mischievous smile on his maw.