His soft breath, his shiver, please her, he can feel it. She is careful as she wipes the sweat off of his chest.

Kreyu's chuckle when he speaks about those with ill-intent being lucky not to cross her has a hint of the predator in it. "Indeed, they would have found a predator and not prey." Her grin turns wicked. "Some DID, before your arrival."

"We are a fine team for dealing with those less savory, fierce, worthy of legend.," She shifts around to his back, to those places not covered by feathers.