[He lifted his head up and nipped at the part of her thigh he could reach.]

Gorgeous, am I? And what does that make you, mm?

[Note the purr as he spoke, pleased that she found him appealing. It was one thing for him to be a vain cat, but it was another thing for a lover to find him attractive. He gave her rump a light tap.]

Shall I cobble together another poem about your silky skin? Your abiding mouth? The succulent folds glistening before me?