[It would be incorrect to say that Aymeric has anywhere close to the presence of mind to play dirty when it comes to the opportunity he's just been given. It would be incorrect to say he has much of a thought in his head at all, save a preoccupying addiction to the sudden wet heat of Haurchefant's mouth closing over him, and a need to have so much more of it.
But even on instinct alone, there is something in him that seeks to give as good as he gets, and so his hands don't stay still in Haurchefant's hair; one twists into the silvery locks like insurance against the possibility that he might pull away, but the other drifts to the sleek point of Haurchefant's ear and begins to run along it, base to tip, fondling the sensitive shell.]
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But even on instinct alone, there is something in him that seeks to give as good as he gets, and so his hands don't stay still in Haurchefant's hair; one twists into the silvery locks like insurance against the possibility that he might pull away, but the other drifts to the sleek point of Haurchefant's ear and begins to run along it, base to tip, fondling the sensitive shell.]
Behave...!