Arms resting upon his own hips, curiosity bubbling up.

"I have been told I taste of smoked salmon before." He remarked.

No flinch, no groan, he's simply letting her take what she prefers. He's been heavily wounded in countless battles, pain doesn't concern him that much at this age.

Yet, he does have his eyes fixated on her features.

Despite the sharp claws, he relaxed his muscles, offering his shoulder a bit easier for her, tilting his head.

The feel of his muscles could be described as living stone on the hardness, scars all over the exposed skin.

"I find there can be an equivalent exchange! I've laid my hands on you, it is only fair you may have free roam over my form too."

With a loud clank, the heaviest parts of the armor fell to the ground.

"So by all means, as you please."

@bardoflight.bsky.social

"Veluthil Aldermoon, I've heard some tales of your musical prowess, Warrior of Light.

Are they as true as I hope to believe?"

A pleased smile formed on his lips.

"They're quite fluffy, just as I expected."

He said, finally stopping.

"What's expected back from me, that you'd like in return?"

"Disguises you say? That's something quite uncommon for the places I usually tread on.

Tell me, why the disguises?"

He began cracking his fingers in anticipation, chuckling.

"Proper tribute, aye? I can do that."

Hands up to her ears, softly massaging them already.

"May I?"

Simple question, but curiosity was still something he held dearly.

@gals.pennedbypassion.net

"I've always wondered about how fluffy your ears are."

@feyborne-elf.bsky.social

"Explain that thing about animals in your plane again, please. I find it quite hard to believe!"