Which are you?

”Roll over.” Now Nagendra was curious – interested in different way than before. His brows lifted and his confident smirk waned some for a second as he allowed puzzlement to seep into his veins. Then he grinned softly again – a wickedly sharp pinch of the edges of his lips – and rolled over. He wanted to question, for he’d never done anything like this before and had only a faint clue as to where it could go, but didn’t want to spoil the silence that had nestled comfortably in his throat. He lay motionless on his back, hind legs slightly splayed and forelegs folded against his chest. With the silky soft fur of his underside exposed, he felt vulnerable. He still did not completely trust the man above him, and retained the slightest of tensions in his muscles. He supposed though, that it wouldn't be the worst of death to be murdered in such a heated dance as this.