He was rewarded with a satisfied rumble for his efforts, encouragement to continue in his ministrations. She was far too good to him; any other beast might have kept him on his toes, made him work for any sort of reward. Lovett was lucky, something he tried to remember daily, though a pampered mutt often forgot how privileged they were. He was no different, though he knew his cushy upbringing certainly helped urge him to believe he deserved this treatment.

How awful, how greedy of him.

His ears pricked at her words, a smile curling at his lips. She should know better than to encourage him too much... he was a lucky, lucky pet. But, of course. Wherever you go is where I belong, and I am honoured to by your side. He murmured, before adding an even quieter, thank you. Truth be told, he was caught off guard by her sudden honesty, having grown used to playing along with her games, or teasing her to begin one of his own. To hear he was wanted so blatantly... it felt like sin to his ears. And, oh, how lovely it sounded.

Briar moved on smoothly, and he was almost eager to be rid of this raw, tender feeling that was twisting in his chest, however dull it might be. He was not used to feeling an emotion such as this, and pocketed the sensation to make sense of later when his mask was no longer required. He sighed a little laugh, leaning into the touches she pressed into his ribs. His privilege showed on his waist; when he came here, he felt the bones beneath his skin clearly against the hard ground, but with spring, alongside Briar's pampering, there came a layer of fat that spoke of his treatment. He had to work to stay in shape, now, which was entirely unusual to him.

I would not be opposed to becoming one, he said, growing a touch bolder as her tone suggested she might be open to such activities, nibbling over her shoulders. Lovett was always eager to be used, after all. A thought occurred to him, sending a little thrill down his spine. But, you would have to catch me, first. A little funny, considering he was already wrapped in her embrace, but he could be slippery when he wanted, and could feel her body against his; any telltale movements to truly capture him would be felt as soon as she thought them.