She pulls back and pegs you with a bemused smirk that tells you that your threat is not credible whatsoever. Your silent acceptance comes in the form of a soft smile and you return to being putty in her arms as her short muzzle works you over and massages pressure points on your face and scalp you didn’t know you had. So far you haven’t told her you enjoy it, but she can read your content body language well enough to know you don’t want her to stop; a swishing tail indicates the fun is mutual. 