She flushes a little at his compliment, clearly pleased and slightly smug, as her wings puff up a little in pride. "I am glad you think so," she murmurs.

She leans forward into him, coaxing him to lay flat on his back. She admires him as he lays beneath her, her eyes dark with want and desire. "You are a feast for my senses," she purrs. She leans forward, her chest pressing against his and she mouths his neck. "Want to taste you, love. You may touch me however you like, taste me if you can reach, but I would have you relax and enjoy rather than worry about pleasing me."