Wormwood shivers-- oh, those pets-- warmth spreads down his--

Suddenly, he jerks his head back, taking his nubby horns out of range of Shiro's soul-melting touches. "I appreciate it, but uh." His lithe not-quite-wings tremble. "We should save that for the bedroom. I think..."

Ren's eyes, likewise, are about as big as dinner plates with red-flushed cheeks to match. "Mgh..."