A merry pair are we

He stood stark still, unsure of what to do as she quietly approached him, closing the distance between them and coming to stand at his side. Suddenly she was getting really close, crouching to his level and leaning toward him. He swore he could feel her whiskers tickling his own. He couldn't help the way his lips curled back to reveal his teeth, even though by now he knew she couldn't see it. He wasn't sure if he trusted her. Why was she getting so close to him? Was she really serious? "What if I told you I found you absolutely irresistible?" She didn't keep him wondering for too long, and when she spoke, he felt a shudder run down his spine all the way to the tip of his tail. A dark chuckle escaped him as he leaned in toward her, trying to bring his muzzle toward her ear, close enough that she'd feel his breath. Would she punish him for getting too close?

"Master, you're too cruel," he murmured, his black-tipped tail swishing slowly, "What a mean trick to lead me on like that." He wondered how he could rile her - this sweet attitude of hers was sickening. With his muzzle still pointed toward her ear, he'd try to press his nose into the back of her ear, his tongue flicking out as he went to run it up behind the base of her ear toward the back of her neck. He then pulled away from her, taking several steps away from her before pausing to glance in her direction. Was she going to come after him? He wasn't sure what reaction he was going to get out of her, but he was beginning to think this might be interesting, regardless of the outcome.