Furfur shivers as Night Sky's fingers brush over his tail, the tip twitching up as if trying to follow her touch down as far as possible. Though not as strong of an erogenous zone as the base of his tail, the tip was still quite sensitive, and Furfur enjoys the slide of her fingers over the ridges along the spine.

"Oh, I most certainly do," he replies, dipping his head to press a kiss to the side of Night Sky's neck. "And I'm a bit of a masochist." An understatement. "I like pain, and I was just thinking, if your vines happened to have sharp thorns on them, the kind that pierce my skin when I struggle... that'd be just fine by me."