His eyes were drawn to the movement of his tail then back across the landscape of his body. "You are so..." tempting. He left the word un said and dropped his hands to the grass, then immediately wiped them on the sides of his pants, which only reminded him that his right hand and leg were slightly burned. He still made no efforts to move, though he fretted quite a bit. "Shouldn't be doing this. I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I'm sorry.."  His own words made no sense and he furrowed his brow and looked away, hoping he could think clearer if his vision wasn't filled by the fox.