[Feels a little dumb at how happy he is from something as simple as being able to hold his hand. But he ignores that, tugging it up as he did before and leaning down - except this time he twists Porthos's wrist a bit, and moves to suckle on his fingertips where they got drops of juice from the melon.]
[He pulls back quickly enough, wanting to linger of course but not wanting to push it much more.]