[ The bulk of his tail isn't particularly sensitive. But the base of it, where it meets his spine, very much is. He arches into the touch. And he doesn't voice any more of his reaction, but even his heavy breathing is soft and warm.

His hands slide downwards. Fingertips ghosting over Theo's neck, then running along his collarbone to his shoulders. ]

I fear that, perhaps, the time when anything might have been too forward has passed. There is very little you could ask of me, lovely warrior mine, that might be improper. There never has been. [ And he lowers his head to kiss at Theo's neck, fingernails travelling down his back now. Lightly. Barely deep enough to leave little fading trails in their wake, nowhere close to leaving even the lightest scratches. ] Certainly not now. Ask what you will, my friend.

[ The more he says it, the more the emphasis seems to be on 'my' and not 'friend'. The kiss grows teeth as he tilts his head so his closest ear falls into Theo's hand, and this one is enough to leave a mark. A faint one, but a mark nonetheless. ]