Exhaling a laugh, he keeps up his touches, adding in his feathers from his wing against her leg wherever he can manage to reach her - without contorting himself into a jumbled mess, as well as a finger to coax inside of her arousal to add more pleasure for her.

"I must have looked like a street rat," he mutters playfully, picturing in his mind briefly the moment he looked up and saw her walking towards him on the road - his skin reddened with sunburn, soaked with sweat, dirty hair and missing his boots and coat (and most of everything else) with his feathers askew, wings full of sand. "I am glad to know I am good looking even at my worst."