She nearly giggled as he joked with her, and she squirmed her toes when he squeezed them. "Maybe my feet aren't..." But her laughter died down. Maybe her feet aren't part-wolf, she meant to joke, but in her mood from earlier, it didn't seem as funny.
The silence was nice, and she liked that about Albie. So much of her everyday was silent - just her in the big house by herself - but this was a warm kind of quiet that she appreciated. She didn't feel lonely during this.
When his hands slid up from her feet and he talked about his 'go bag' (so to speak), she sighed again. "You're so good at taking care of me," she said, and then she realized the potential innuendo of the saying and looked down her long body at him. His hair fell a bit, and he looked just so lovely, and he looked all hers. And then, as sometimes happened before the moon, an instinct she didn't recognize just yet took over. All hers.
"You're so good, and so gorgeous, and you're all mine." She punctuated the last two words with more sighs and a small smile, and reached down for him to crawl back up to her.