Tusk

The teeth in the back of her neck have her relaxing reflexively, pliable, compliant, if only for now. There's an edge to his voice that was missing before now and she wonders if this was what drew her to him the first place, that missing puzzle piece a siren's song that kept her coming back to dig around and try to root it out. Now that she'd found it... what was that about curiosity killing the cat?

She was sure she could handle it (maybe she had a god complex).

As he wrapped his paws around her tighter still, she angled her head to lick at his chin, appeasement feeling foreign on her tongue. She could give him this one, but her mouth wouldn't let him have it for free. "If yer think yer can keep me, I won't stop yer from tryin'." It was a challenge presented as a tease, followed with the barest hint of a chuckle. She couldn't have his head getting too big, right? (Besides, his reactions were worth revelling in).