Nightwing chuckles. "Another pokemon? We had a Scolipede here a little while back. But no, you're mistaken. I'm not a pokemon. Where you come from, are there any creatures that aren't pokemon?" he asks curiously.<br/><br/>Artair continues to sensually rub against her. She would feel the little fox's member pressing against her every so often, too.<br/><br/>After a few seconds of rummaging somewhere or other, Glade produces a warm blanket and drapes it over his shoulders.