Arden growls, then steps back. Himself painfully aroused, he folds his arms over his chest (heaving as he tries to get his breathing under control), and his wings. He's still within arm's reach, but he's not happy with being a 'pet' - of any kind. His fashion of retaliation is simple - stop touching.<br/>Cat-like green eyes narrowed, he says, "Take care of yourself, then. I'll not be a 'pet' for anyone." That rings like a /challenge/ ....