Moonspear I'm the whole damn cake and the cherry on top

There was a sting to her bite, though nothing severe, nothing he wasn't ready to try to handle. Still, it wasn't exactly something he wanted more of; he could tolerate it for a second or two, since he was slowly finding that he liked appreciating her ferocity for a body so small.

Which, it seemed his nip ticked her right off, judging by the yelp (that he hoped wouldn't summon parental reinforcements) that turned into what was probably the smallest growl he could recall--and that he was more keen to work with. But with his paw freed, she came for his snout instead. He rumbled back with an unflattering, open-mouth, toothy expression, feigning some uncertainty as to what to do against such an onslaught (only half true--what could he get away with without hurting her?) as he lazily tried to move out of reach, or at least be an unpleasant surface to bite at. Normally, this would be where he might answer with a jaw-spar attempt, but that was for teeth about the same size as his, not these little needles she wielded.

Meanwhile, he had taken the chance the lower his hind end, and halfway roll onto his side--though didn't give in quite, just began the motions to get there, soon--unless she didn't let him.