She continues to study him shamelessly, her eyes focusing for a moment on the bulge sliding down his throat, then going back to the stripe, watching the nice and soft fur bristles some under the cool breeze, the flicking tail, the big paws. It is quite a nice sight, at least for a tigress. Such a big tiger, looking indeed quite pwoerful, and she can't help but think again to how the primitive tribe she met once would worship him as some kind of god. She chuckles softly.