"Well do let me know if I get carried away." She snorted. She knew elves had their ears, the celestial types had their wings... Were's generally got hump-tastic if you dug your hands in the scruff of their necks and scratched. She had no idea where a mer's 'don't touch me there' spots were. Her own were blood related, her human spots still ignited as well.
But very gently Bryn reached out and ran a tentative finger tip along that thin looking membrane of his tail. Her lips pursed slightly, before she stroked over the vein that held the membrane in place, following that to the tip. Looking up to see if there was any reaction written on his face.