"Sometimes even you can be an A-list actor," Genesis teases right back, a throaty purr starting up in earnest instead of just chasing his drawl. Something Angeal will be able to feel while he's at his mate's jawline, if not for the way it rumbles through his whole body. "But only for a single act, clearly."

Genesis curls his hands, the early hints of his draconic claws raking along the curve of Angeal's shoulder blades. Much as he purrs like a strange cat, he also arches those claws to dig and knead into thick muscle, nimbly avoiding the more sensitive spots like where his wings emerge.

When he actually sees the inside of the tent, it's met mostly with approval. Certainly better than the leaf-mold of the forests surrounding Banora, even if they were fond memories shared a moment ago.

"Oh lovely, there's pillows and cushions. I won't have to pick twigs from my hair this time you've carried me off."