The game is something

A faint smirk bloomed across his face as he watched Valentine, listening. The younger male’s deep voice seeped into his ears, and he grinned a little broader for a second. Then a looked of forged seriousness radiated across his face, and he began, ”Well…” He took another step forward, shrinking the space between them to a mere foot. ”Grooming can be quite relaxing,” he offered, lightly skirting what they no doubt were both thinking, to instead pursue a bit more teasing. The grin flickered back across his face, with a flirtingly dancing motion. He stretched up, reaching to try and tap lightly between the bigger wolf’s shoulder blades. ”Lay down, won’t you?” lilting tones requested. ”I can reach you better,” he added, slightly quieter with a dash of red-hot mischief.