[ There's not much to be done at the feather-light touches to his hair, though it tickles, having Haurchefant tilt his head back. ]

Of course, and if I may assume, it's working well. You are not one to deliver retribution without good cause, correct? Were I not to be making real trouble, you might not fan out these fins and play yourself as unassuming.

[ His hand reaches up to touch her cheek. It would be easy to just bring his lips to hers... But where's the fun in that? He can be a glutton for punishment, if it makes her so splendidly bold. ]

I'd like to learn a lesson if you're so inclined, Miss Sen.