Her breath catches at his words, heat and want surging in her body. She has to swallow, twice, before she can speak. Her voice is a little shaky with arousal. "I, I would like that. Later, perhaps?"

Every little groan he makes gives her pleasure, and she wants to explore his wings THOROUGHLY. Eventually, she's run through all of the inner layers of feathers that she can reach on that wing. She shifts to the other, this time having a better idea of where the most sensitive places will be. She plans her paths accordingly, wanting a slow build in pleasure for him as she explores.