“Yes,” Rezo sighs, as her hand runs over his back. “That feels good.” And if his face wasn’t covered by scales and fluff at the moment, he probably would turn very red at having admitted it.

It is probably very strange for him to be enjoying himself like this. Being small, and being fawned over. Resting his entire body in her lap while she caresses him, listening to her soft noises of delight over his appearance. Gradually, he finds himself forgetting about the lack of dignity in favor of nuzzling at her hands, too warm and safe and comfortable to worry about what anyone would think of him right now. It’s just Lioriley here, after all, and she seems happy with the situation.

A contented rumble comes from low in his throat, starting then stopping abruptly as he surprises himself with it.

“Oh,” he says. “That’s new.”