She didn't laugh at him and his embarrassment, but she smiled digging her fingers into the seams over the kibble on his back a little, amused at his embarrassment and feeling slightly bad for it.

He was, in a word, adorable.

And then he said that.

"What would you like to know?" There were no pusedo-modest claims about being "just a consort" and "not something special"; if she was going to edit what she was saying, she needed to know what he wanted to know.

Elita murmured the question first against his audial, then continued up the finial. Not actually touching the metal with her lips, but close enough her speaking would still be felt.