Toho growled softly at her blush, a pleasant, amicable sound like one would hear from a dog. He was watching those cinnamon eyes, head tilted with anticipation of where her hands were leading. He found it hard to believe she would be reaching for his arousal while in his current form.<br/><br/>Unable to resist the urge any longer, he let his tongue slip out to lick over her lips. It was reminiscent of a dog's friendly lick, but it was decidedly sexual as well, the best kind of kiss he could offer her in this coyote body.