Lyre's claws touched against her back, and he lightly ran them down her back, lightly scratching the surface of her back, towards her head, then took his paw off her, releasing her with that warning. Syron's tongue pressed harder to her, her anal muscles relaxing to his tongue as it pushed at her, hard. It was her choice now, with what she did to Lyre, though something violent would be her biggest mistake, since they could obviously easily killed her.