"I...I do quite like it," he admits, a hint of a stammer to his voice. "Your mouth on me is quite pleasurable."

Even with the layers of 'tan' he has built up over the last few weeks spending time in the sun, there is no way to avoid the color of the flush to his skin peeking through - damn his pale complexion.

And then he looks over at her, somewhat sheepish. "I had not...considered you shifting your form, to do such a thing. I would not require it, it is not as if I have been unsatisfied," he adds quickly, firmly. "But I would also always want you to be comfortable."