He lets you draw the tribal markings, trying to act calm. He usually stays calm and composed when it comes to this kind of thing. well, drawing, markings, rituals—but with you, it suddenly feels… different. Every brush of your fingers across his skin makes his chest tighten, but he tries not to show it. When your hand moves to his chest, tracing carefully, his breath catches, and he twitched slightly without realizing it.

“Oh, Im sorry, it just startled me...you didn’t warn me,” he mutters, voice a little unsteady.

His ears flush as he glances away, trying to hide how flustered he is.

“I—I’m fine,” he stammers, though his pulse is racing. “Just… maybe warn me next time before you touch… sensitive spots.”

He shifts slightly, still letting you work, but every movement you make keeps him on edge, a mix of embarrassment and something he doesn’t quite understand.