It was an honor like no other. Inside Damion was giddy, his lungs demanding he shout to the world of the treasure offered to him right now. A slow grin threatened, but he remained stoic. This vision of Pookie anticipating his response was something he wanted burned in his memory. He waited almost a full minute before responding.  he stood and closed the gap between them, stopping a short well withing the bear's reach.  "I just might," he whispered finally, lifting a hand to touch the side of the bear's face. "Claiming this magnificent body would be simple, but I want more. Let's see where this goes. Shall we?" As he spoke he began to nudge the bear with his foot, gently playing with his fur with his toes just left of his crotch.  "I will claim you and I will make you mine, in time, but rule number one: don't touch me unless I give you permission. Ask me nicely, Pookie.  Do you want to touch me?"