[ Ah. He's doing it again - he says things that should ring like a threat but they sound so wonderfully like promises instead. Her heart flutters a little in time with her stomach she lets out a sharp, eager little breath at the drag of his claw across her skin. It doesn't leave a mark but she can still feel the lightest sting and she can't help but squirm a little, her lips parted and her breath coming faster. ]

Ahah... W-would that really be so bad?

[ Her eyes lift up to his. She's a little hazy-eyed but the way she looks at him is unmistakable for anything but desire. ]

Your hands and your mouth and all the rest of it... I like all of that just fine.