[The sound Blitzø answers with is much more inelegant, a funny sort of grunt at Stolas' talons slotting themselves between the spines on the back of his head. The ones on his back and tail were always far more sensitive, but the gesture isn't lost on the imp in the least. The spines on his back curve upward in response, almost shaking like the rattle of a snake's tail but making no sound, and he jolts slightly at the introduction of Stolas' tongue.]
[He draws back only to breathe for a moment, immediately sticking his own tongue out and licking to the corners of his mouth and across his upper and then lower lip, the gesture bordering on shy if it were so fucking coquettish. He rumbles a laugh, biting his lower lip and grinning so hard his eyes crease, leaning up and forward to peck his lips back to the bird's beak.] Hmmkay, not to be Betty Buzzkill, this is great, but-- have a question.
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[He draws back only to breathe for a moment, immediately sticking his own tongue out and licking to the corners of his mouth and across his upper and then lower lip, the gesture bordering on shy if it were so fucking coquettish. He rumbles a laugh, biting his lower lip and grinning so hard his eyes crease, leaning up and forward to peck his lips back to the bird's beak.] Hmmkay, not to be Betty Buzzkill, this is great, but-- have a question.