[She huffs an amused laugh at the reaction. She can't even say that it is unexpected--it is Duplicity after all. Keeping her eyes trained on him she very carefully runs her fingers along the outer feathers, almost combing out to the tips of the guard feathers.]
... that sensitive...?
[They are soft, almost velvety in places. She continues to preen, tracing the edges of the guard feathers and straightening them out against others... and loving his reaction to her touch.]
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... that sensitive...?
[They are soft, almost velvety in places. She continues to preen, tracing the edges of the guard feathers and straightening them out against others... and loving his reaction to her touch.]