His head rolls about slowly with a slightly curled lip, followed by a confirming nod.  “Oh it feels incredible, there’s no mistake about that.”  He lowered his head down so that large cracked lips were before her and his light blue slitted eyes gazed down along the smoothed ridge of his nose.  “I care not for profit.  Shiny things perhaps,” he tilts his head in the direction of the many piles of gold, platinum, and electrum coins, not to mention the many various priceless artifacts in a corner of the room, “but I’ve nothing to spend it on.”  A thick snort washes over her ruffling her elegant fur, “Are you saying I have a hard time pleasing a mate?  Maybe?”  His tongue reaches out to caress her right side rising up under and arm, it soon slides about the underside of her armpit and up over a breast, finishing by washing over her face in a wet slimy fashion.