[if the amusement he feels from having her yelp and flail from his tug is anything close to her amusement in his reaction to squeezing his ass -- they're on the same page.]

My ass isn't for smacking, pussy.

[or his nose for pinching. he scowls at her for it -- scowls at her making a face and considers what he can do to punish her for doing whatever she wants to him. she shouldn't be able to do that.

any idea he could come up with blanks out. her giggle, her ears, putting her forehead against his. purring. calling him a dummy. well, that last one he's a little irritated about. though it doesn't sound altogether insulting.

nor is she altogether wrong, either.

gah, what the hell.]

What now? Why are you asking me... ? [his experience on the moon before now was fighting. fighting and ultimately losing and dying. every time.

keeper of the moon. she did tell him something about that once. ah. wait.]

Oooh! [a snap of his fingers.] Maybe you've been summoned to be the Queen of the Moon.