He was very much like a dog in this form, she decided. Docile, loyal, very furry, and loved getting petted. Genevieve smirked when he wagged his tail. Oh, yes, she would tease him about that, even if she enjoyed that it was something he could do at all. She certainly didn't have a tail to wag. She made a face at the lick, a canine's kiss, and pulled back with a laugh. "Not too much slobber!" she warned him jokingly, even as she wiped some of the wolf spit from her face. "Okay, okay, I'll take that as a yes."
At first she simply leaned forward, but then she got down on the floor with him for a better angle. Her fingers started scratching across his belly, giving equal attention to every corner of it, and watching his face for a reaction. She half expected to see his tongue lolling out of his mouth, or maybe for one of his legs to twitch. "Who's a good boy?" No, she couldn't help herself, and yes, she did use a baby-like tone of voice when she asked her rhetorical question. Gen doubted he'd mind, though, with the belly rub to distract him.
"By the way, those doggy kisses of yours are cute and all, but that's the most action you're getting as a wolf." One dark eyebrow raised in amusement. She wondered how uncomfortable he was with that subject, or if he was at all. "I'm willing to try a lot of things, but uh, that level of interspecies is too rich even for my blood. Just so you know." Genevieve considered saying more on the topic, just to see if he would squirm over it, but she decided against it. She didn't want to completely ruin his belly rub, after all.