Sheheh, oughta start practicin'. Far's I can tell, the bitey shits in the lake's the only livin' things comes in an' out from the jungle.

[Namur chuckles, leaning his head into her caress, then shifting it to the other side to nudge against her leg. He nips at her thigh, careful not to let his teeth snag in the cloth of her pants. She'll have to be patient if she wants him to bite harder.]