"So much to try and only so much time to spare." Enough for what they wish- his downward path interrupted by an urging for him to return. Ever considerate he cannot help but go where he's led, nosing along all the soft skin available to him.

What does he wish? Most do not ask that. Most demand, most take, most tell him how he is to be and- he does so. The offer is a kind one; the apparent lack of expectations. It was...sweet.

Yes, that was the word. Sweet.

"I do enjoy having my hair played with and tugged- and am fond of nails dragged down my back."