❝Mmmm. You’d be surprised at how few understands & embraces the two together. Ah, but I suppose it is understandable when most creatures have a built-in system with the want to avoid pain.❞ Even as he spoke would Dystrial stretch out his arms, arching his back in the process before he moved to sit up, legs coiled beneath him as though he couldn’t quite decide whether he was standing or sitting.
A grin would show itself as his ears flicked at the inquiry, tail slowly curling upwards. ❝That is some of the most fun I’ve had in ages, but I’ve had something else in mind for us. At least for this time~.❞ And with liquid grace that likely wasn’t exactly built in for miqo’te would Dystrial pounce, bringing the Ascian down to the ground onto his back as he remained poised over him, a hand neatly curled behind the shorter man’s head to avoid bouncing his skull against the ground. Pain was nice, but it wouldn’t do to make his companion dizzy. The grin remained, his fangs on display. ❝Unless, of course, you’re above such carnal pleasures or simply have zero interest in me, hm? After all, this is the kind of biting I had in mind~.❞