He hrrrumphs against her and flickers his tongue about her face finding her amusement with it quite peculiar, or she was going to be sliding down its length and into his belly at some point.  Beneath his breath and only after another huff, “Plenty of mating…” he pulls his head away with a sharp snarl.  “Grrrr, you’re kind words aren’t going to save you from my stomach’s wanting.  But…”  He snorts into the air and then ducks beneath the mushroom.  A spell is chanted in an ancient tongue and he has reduced himself to that of a small horse to her.  Leathery wings beat as he swirls up the other side of the mushroom and pads his paws across its soft surface toward her from behind.