[ The skin under her claws shivers and shifts, the movement earning a low sound of approval. His free hand, meanwhile, travels down her side, the dip of her waist, her hip - until he can drag his fingers hard along the bottom of her thigh, coaxing a small bend in that leg. Fangs continuing to scrape until the sting of her claws has him sinking them in properly, drawing blood.

But he's careful not to move the hand that's working, particularly once she settles down - he just keeps at it, doing nothing save perhaps work faster. Determined to undo her at least once before doing anything else. ]