A light laugh at the gasp from him before the reaper traces along the divide between skin and scales, almost wanting to see as much as feel. However his focus is broken at the tightening coils and glances up with a raised brow. "Never been with a naga. At least one that wasn't trying to kill me."

"Besides," he muses, his hand sliding back down belly scales, "what else am I to do when a big terrible has me trapped in his grasp?"