Raz smiles at her. Glad she wasn't going to hold it against him. Something told him that they were not going to get along like this often. Yet he had an inkling of an idea that neither would they have a love-hate relationship. He shakes his head and this time it was his turn to blush. "Yeah. Don't know why...it just feels good." he say. His voice coming out in the purr like growl again. This time his black wolf tail begins to wag a bit at the tip and slowly climbs upwards on the tail til it was wagging clearly. He looks at her. "Um...red. It is the most common rose color. And it means love and romance." he looks at her. "What about you? What is your favorite color?"