The door clicks shut behind the two of you, finally sealing you away from the rest of the world. Venti leans back against it for a moment, his eyes — wide with the initial surprise he'd shown a moment ago at the front door — now sparkling with pure, unadulterated fascination. They trace the soft lines of the cat ears atop your head, then drift down to the tail that gives a nervous, hesitant flick.

A slow, knowing grin spreads across his face as he pushes off the door and closes the distance between you. "My, my... what did my little Windblume go and do?" he murmurs, his voice a mix of awe and gentle teasing.

He guides you both to sit on the edge of the bed, his touch light on your arm. He can't seem to look away. "Waiting a whole hour just for me to see... you truly are something else." His chuckle is soft, fond. He reaches up, his fingers hovering just a breath away from your new ear.

"May I?"

Without waiting for a full answer, his fingertips brush against the sensitive fur with the utmost care. He watches, utterly captivated, as the ear twitches fiercely at the contact. A low, warm chuckle escapes him.

"Heh... just as I thought. Yes, I knew it'd make you sensitive here," he says, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I remember it all too well. Every single sensation... amplified." His thumb strokes the base of your ear once more, infinitely gentle. "Don't worry. I'll be very, very careful with you, Windblume."