[I vote yes! 8D That would work!]
Elaros wasn't the only one who felt that--for Khero, slave status or not, had come to see him as a friend, too--which made her feelings all the more complicated. It was strange thinking of herself as a slave, and he as her master, when he didn't really treat her like one--and yet, her status remained. Regardless, he had never once made her do anything she didn't want to, and he had always respected her boundaries, always asked her before proceeding, and always stopped when she said--and even when she didn't say stop, but he knew better, such as when she'd been high.
She trusted him--and cared about him, strange as it was to admit it.
Was it wrong to share this with him?
She'd given her body to so many people who hadn't cared about her at all, so why did this feel more scary? Because he wasn't human? That excuse had only worked in the beginning.
Swallowing hard and pressing back into the kiss, awkward still as she found lips versus muzzles, she reached out tentatively and dragged her fingers up his arms and over his shoulders, feeling at the smooth scales in wonder. So different from human skin, yet the muscle beneath and shape of his arms felt no different from a person. She shivered, biting back another soft moan, and shifted her hips against him.
"O-okay," she breathed. "It's just...it's a little different. Yer scales. And yer...well...some of yer parts are different. Or...erm...missin'."