Quitxi licks her canine, grinning up at him, and places her hand on his chest... as if to push him away playfully, but she holds back... presses firmly, caresses... Suddenly, she's unsure what she's feeling.  "Your place," she whispers... "we can... talk."<br/><br/>Her horns glimmer faintly, but fade, the sparkle in her eye is replaced by a shy batting of her eyes and a sweet smile, and she turns to walk a few feet ahead of him again.  "C'mon... never seen your place before."  She was torn by the need for contact and comfort.