“Not a concern right now,” she murmured into a leg, shuddering with bliss. “By the Queen, if you’d do this every day then I’d claim you as a mate. Granted I’d probably have to fight Burrow for you, but it would be so worth it. That’s even with you being such a prude as well.” Aphid was so caught up in imagining what a paradise it would be to have Mr Growls on her beck and call, that she didn’t notice the ceasing of the rub. 