She rumbles deep within her chest, keeping her hands busy with tugging on his hair, just enough to seem wanting. And it's not really an act, either, because hearing that out of his mouth has her feeling the pulse from within, a hard beat of need pressing at her.

"Like this is fine," she decides after a moment, brushing a thumb over a sunken cheek. "I want to see you." Her tail perks with the attention between her thighs, and she opens a little wider, obligingly.