The 'aggressive' flare of his wings makes her grin wickedly, turn away from him and bend forward to place her hands on the floor. Her wings splay low, submissive, and if she were actually a bird or a beast this would be an invitation to mount her. But then she shakes that ass, teasing, for a little while before she raises her hands from the floor and turns back around.

Her heart and her breath are fast from exertion, she's flushed, sweating already.