[Aak would take as much offense at being called strangely docile as being mistaken for a were-creature. It's a thought best kept in the back of his mind.]

[When his tongue comes up, he does pause to brush the un-barbed edge of his tongue. It immediately feels cooler when exposed to the air. He barely has time to consider if it's the others' body running hot when a surprisingly calm retort comes out. Aak immediately laughs, bopping his nose against Baptiste's neck.]

You pulled a lucky one! [this one he can properly accept as a flat compliment.]

I got other stuff buuuu~t, [he taps his fingers against the back of the neck] the stocks are waiting for guys who don't keep up with their quotas!

[He says that, but he's not exactly pulling away. His grip may loosen a little but he doesn't settle down on his feet or try to untangle himself. In fact, if not stopped, he may just go back to suckling and making the bruising more obvious.]