[ She ducks her head for him to feel, watching him through the fall of her hair even as she reaches up to gently trace the smattering of scales over his hips. Sadly, her horns don't seem very sensitive at all; but they are pleasing to touch, at least, smooth-ridged and almost warmer than her skin, almost acting like a heat sink.

The yank catches her by surprise though, and she gives a small yelp, her tail whipping sharply against his leg with alarm-- and with an eager look on her face, more excited and aroused by that then she would have thought. This fucking rules, actually? Being manhandled is great when you decide you want it in the first place? She watches him with wide eyes, intent, squirming down some to curl a leg around his hips and press herself a little closer... Noises certainly weren't going to be an issue, probably, but marking? ]

Mark you how?