Quin managed an odd sort of grin. His body quivering with delight at the force of Frances' reentry. With this new position he took the chance to let go of Frances' hips for the moment and reset his jaw, a task he did as if it were a routine occurrence. Deciding he liked the view of the other on his side Quin did a bit of maneuvering and now sat on his haunches, straddling Frances' thigh, with Frances' other resting up his torso. His knot did it's job, his cock never once pulled out in all of their re-positioning. At this new angle the fox was able to thrust more deeply.<br/><br/>The fox hugged the thigh that rested against his body, nuzzling and licking as he made soft lustful sounds. "...beautiful Frances..." the words came soft and mixed into Quin's loving sounds of praise. His right paw moved down the other's thigh and fondled over Frances' body, noting spots that seemed to get a desirable response. Quin's paw continued this as far as it could reach, unable to reach Frances' upper torso he took hold of a limb that gave him the leverage needed to guide the other's upper half closer. This was one downside to his body shifting smaller, though he seemed to have stopped at about half his normal size.<br/><br/>As he brought them closer, he pressed his hips harder into the other for leverage. With a grin he removed the tentacle rather forcefully from Frances' mouth, quickly replacing it with his long canine tongue. His paws greedily clung to Frances' shoulders, holding him in this rather awkward position.