Rein could only huff at Celeste's nonchalant response, before he winced, ears flicking. He couldn't tell if she was taking advantage of the fact that he had an aversion to getting closer to her body without being ordered to and using that as an excuse to teach him that not all enemies will ever fight fair, or perhaps she did it simply to see how he would respond to being pinned by her. Celeste never did anything half way... She always had reasons for doing anything with them. After a moment, she finally let slip the method to escape, as well as a note to never let her get that kind of leverage. At this, Rein just shook his head.<br/><br/>"If I knew everything, there would be no point in you teaching me." He mused, as he started to muster up the focus to move himself, slowly guiding his other arm between her thighs... Leverage to get on top... Well, she had done it to him, and now it was to be his turn. Plus... It was hard to see, but he could smell... A slightly different scent coming from his gator master, very faint. There was the scent of sweat and exertion, sure, but... There was also the faint traces of arousal coming from between her legs, a notion that would have made him smirk, but he knew why it was being caused. Not too far from them, their other two numbers were playing, their adorable FennMink servant recieving attention from their libidous dragon ally. All of them knew how voracious she could be, but only Celeste had any real control over her. Him... Well, she respected his equal standing with her, but it didn't stop her from presenting for him when she needed relief. They'd forged enough of a bond to assist with each others satisfaction when not busy, but thankfully everyone around them was happy to help her with her urges when the time was right.<br/><br/>"Master... I can smell it..." He whispered, licking his lips in delight, before he put his leg through the opening between her thighs, bringing her to the ground before quickly rolling to mount the gator. While it didn't look quite as eye-widening when he mounted her as when it was the opposite to start, the fact that he slid back and took hold of her legs, contorting her slightly while he pressed down on her hips made the position look suspiciously like an attempt at missionary. "So... Do you pray to get out of this one too, or hope for something else?" He asked with a toothy grin, subtly wiggling his hips.