[ Perhaps the view isn't helped by the indulgent way she smiles at him, ears perked forward, or the fully-bloomed glories dotting her hair. When he tries to move though she lets her hand slip from the horn, terribly gentle, and slide back into his hair.

It's good. It's really good; in the back of her mind this is solidified as an increasingly effective way of handling him, the same way pulling on Sett's ears are. More importantly, though, it feels powerful to reduce someone to this. To make them want her.

She lets him move again, and meets his lips with hers with a soft, needy noise, her tail curling down against his thigh. ]