Lyre's eyes were on her from where he sat, the lantern between his legs making his eyes flicker and dance as it made his coat glow a light orange. Syron began lightly licking at her, his tongue only just skimming over the small slit, then he stopped, and instead giving her stronger licks, his tongue striking at the full, hairless mound that was tucked nicely between her legs, enjoying her taste, and her scent.