The tigress didn't expected such a reaction from Bitsa. The swat leaves her frozen and stiff, looking at Bitsa in utter puzzlement, ears lowering. As he noses her cheek, she seems to relax, yet her ears flattens against her skull in submission, and she turns her head some, as if offering him her neck to bite on. Then she would lay down, ears still lowered, muzzle placed on ehr crossed frontpaws, sighing a bit. She presses against him as he snuggles her firmly against his big and powerful form, remaining silent, a bit ashamed that she said something that amde him react this way.