Deeply, and almost like a cat, Wrathion purrs as your hand strokes along his horns. Sure, you'd supposed that he could mostly feel if they were to be tugged on or hit particularly hard, but you weren't aware he would be able to feel something as soft as a stroke.

And yet, here he is, his eyes closed as a low rumbling reverberates from deep within his throat and chest.

He laid in a circle, sort of like a sleeping cat with you sitting with your back against his stomach and underbelly. Wrathion laid with his massive head by your lap, enjoying every touch you had to offer for him.

"Oh, that's wonderful, darling...~" he rumbles, his voice deeper than usual. "Keep at it, if you wouldn't mind..."