Isaac had been about to jump at the opportunity to be leashed, when he was presented with an even more attractive offer. His scalp was ridiculously sensitive, at times almost painfully so, and the idea of being led by the hair made him weak in the knees. Lydia's warmth made him nervous, but not so nervous that he was left entirely speechless.
"Hair'mam," he murmured softly, pressing the top of his head up against her hand.