[ His demeanor softens considerably. ] My thanks for the trust. I'll be a good steward of it. [ For all his amusement, he knows what it means for someone to be exposed (ha!) to something new. She'd have been within her rights to change her mind, so it's up to him to make her glad she hasn't. ]

[ He seems like he might have said more, but his words fall away when her hand moves. He leans forward, nuzzling into her neck, making a quiet but distinctly approving sound. For someone unfamiliar, she sure dives right in. A few thick exhales and he finds his voice again. ]

I mean to ensure you're... prepared. [ He's not going to be able to explain this in euphemisms, and the normal terms might not mean much to her, so here's hoping that trust extends a bit more into the unfamiliar. ] If I might lay you on your back?

[ He fans three of his wings out against the floor. He didn't mean plop her onto the cold ground, absolutely not! ]