While he could have easily shoved her off that wasn't even on his mind as she crawled up to sit on him. The massaging, while unexpected, was heavenly. Hardly focusing on her words, his mind was occupied mostly with trying not to purr and muffling what sighs and moans there were for how nice it felt on his aching hands. "Not always, it's really only if I let myself get rusty, ya know? If I don't change for a while then it is more painful. Basically, the more often I do it the more it happens fluidly, but-" He cut himself off as he felt her leaning forward.
Giving a satisfied "hmm," he reciprocated, but it didn't last much longer before he felt her tongue pushing against his teeth and, more specifically, a fang. His breath hitched a bit as his eyes snapped open for the further assault of her own teeth biting at his lip. Caden wasn't sure what to do in the moment, his body frozen as his eyes flickered over her even as she sat back again to continue that delicious massaging. I'll get her back. So strange...she isn't afraid of it. Guess she was being honest about not minding any of it. "Feisty, aren't you?" he said with a chuckle. "And I do...especially with how you're spoiling me now."
At her further question, though, he feigned a scoff of tarnished pride as he rolled his eyes. Ever mischievous, however, he lifted his free hand up to touch along her side, fingers nestling at the curve of her waist. "Hmph, trousers indeed. Well, we hardly ever get time like this... and I had no idea you wanted me to -oh, what's the word?- assert myself more, Tiraris.
"But if that's what my lady wants, then it's what she'll get," he finished with a dark snicker as he sat himself up a bit more, dumping her onto his lap with the movement even as he kept his hand firmly at her waist. "I'd say another kiss would be a nice start," he whispered, his face hovering just a nose from her own now. "No need to be modest, love." That childish, knowing grin was back, her words the only encouragement needed to draw out his playfulness.