Sniffing at her hand, the fox opens one eye then the other before he yawns hugely, head dropping back down. A bath is such a trying ordeal clearly, as if he was the one actually doing any of the hard work instead of being scrubbed in warm water with nice soap, by a pretty girl with her shirt soaked down the front.

Turning into the kiss, she does pull back just a little; not all her clothes are so easy to clean, and she has no idea what any of what is currently covering (or not covering, six of one, half a dozen of the other really) Korrin is going to come off on her or not as she gets to her feet. It lets her perch on the desk so they're more of a height too.

"I did mean to ask, what is that? We discussed the titsicles thing before, no? I saw the statue in Emprise du Lion? I prefer you with your nipples intact, that scarf keeps your throat warm at best."