it shouldn't have startled him so much, but it did. It startled him a lot. Causing the poor mage to practically jump out of his fur when she suddenly hugged him! "Gah!" Was all he managed, ears wilting as he felt her rub up against him. "Uh... An what... dare ah ask... Do assassins be doin wit der prey?" half fearful, part hopeful... Carefully, he laid his ungloved hands on her wrists, gently holding and keeping track of her hands... Hoping to himself she didn't make a steal for any of the trinkets or tools... None of it was really expensive, but still hard to make or come by. Turning his head to check on her actions, his fuzzy chin brushed her forehead, "Er... Comfeh, back dere?"<br/><br/>Then, he got a brilliant, mischievous idea of his own... Unclasping his belt, as all it did was keep his robes closed, he set it on the counter, before lowering his hands into his lap once more, a familiar whisper escaping his lips. In moments the 'mage hand' was back, slowly trailing up and down the back of her left calf. Thanks to her leather armor, the cold or 'slimy-ness' of it was not noticed, making it more hand like to the touch... Meanwhile, the ribbons were discretely falling loose from his hair... Then, as if springing a trap, he dropped the manipulative, invisible appendage incantation, throwing a rather large amount of red, orange, and gold hair over his head and raining down over her, as well as himself quiet a bit.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>