Fortunately for him, his flattery and skill seem to be working wonders. She gives a soft growl of pleasure, as he teases and strips her, the tension flowing out of her, letting him guide and mold her. "Such a honeyed tongue," she praises, cooing and almost purring, as he nips at her skin, giving a gasp of delight as he bites harder, a gasp that turns into a growl. "I saw how you looked at me when we first met... would you prefer to mate in a form closer to my natural one?" she asks, as she lets her hand drift back around to him, reaching under his shirt and running her fingers over his hardened muscles and scars. "I could even add a few more scars, that way," she teased.