Face to face, muscles in his belly tightened as the memories surfaced more. With the tiger fully part of his being again, sensation and memory were once again deeply tied. Scent with its slight shift accompanying the blush on the mage's cheeks were succinct reminders. Their last encounter had altered the balance of power; the blond seemed even less willing to command anything of him. Positions were the same, the mage clothed and himself more bare skin than covered. And now they both knew the other unveiled.
Dark brows arched in question at the blond's words. "About?" No comment on the blush, though his gaze made it clear he'd noticed.