He stopped, letting his head rest on the arm rest. "You know, I can see the threats aren't helping you." The fox sighed, his brow furrowing as he thought. "But then, I'm sure you don't trust me either. Tell you what." His tails wrapped around her breasts, two tails helping his hands by working her back. "If you manage to get me off, I'll help you out. I'll feed you, cloth you, help protect you." He smiled, licking lightly at her entrance, teasing. "And, between you and me, I'm only a little crazy. I won't kill you if you don't try to kill me. So, just calm down." He chuckled, burying his tongue in her, hitting a sweet spot he'd found earlier. His hands moved down, massaging her thighs. Meanwhile, his one free tail hung off the couch, the tip strangely close to his gunbelt. Another moan came out, obviously fake, but it served a purpose. His tongue vibrated, rubbing against that spot.