"I like ravaging you," comes the response as he allows himself to be pulled down. The sensation of cool scales winding about him is new, but certainly not unappreciated. With a low noise of approval, he settles himself in against his reaper, reaching out to run his fingers down the nearest part of Mattheiu's tail.

"Never call it a low, because it's with you," he murmurs, leaning in to nose at his reaper's jaw before pressing a lingering kiss, "it's perfect."