"I just-- pondered it, myself. One set could go on the nipples, but... how would the other set feel elsewhere?"

Oh no. His ears are pretty red at the tips now.

He also keeps watching Hank unbutton his shirt. He thinks to reach out, but Hank is quicker to do it; his heart jumps in his throat as his chin is captured, and he lets out a soft breath, shivering at the caress of a thumb to his lips. His fangs peek out a little in the process.

"...Never have, no."

His breath flutters a little against Hank's thumb, a little faster, a little uncertain.

He watches him keenly, hidden gaze flicking over Hank's entire being.

"Are you intending to?"