Her display of courtship is resonating firmly in his soul, his body responding to the actions as she moves throughout the space, close enough to tease and seduce him but not close enough that he can lean and touch her (though oh, he tries!) with his body as she shimmies in front of him. The air moved by her wings ruffles his hair and his feathers as she leaps and turns, and he feels as if every fiber of his being is entangled with hers as she moves.

It is nearly enough to entrance him, with the intensity that he remains focused on her, though some part of his mind is smart enough to remind him to breathe, not to let himself slip fully under her 'spell' she is creating as she moves.

Skin flushing, heat pooling in his stomach and groin, goosebumps rising across his neck and arms, cock stirring between his thighs - all parts of him are alive and reacting as she dances. He flares his wings somewhat 'aggressively' as she teases him, getting tantalizingly close to him during one pass without touching.