[She takes that moment, quiet just for a second, watching his mouth with the intensity of a cat watching prey. Her own lips quirk, as she looks up at him.]

You're right.

I've met shifters and kinfolk and not a single one of them can hold a candle to you. Don't let that go to your head, lion.

[She tips her head a little, quirks it, so she really does look like a cat.]

And certainly none of them can make my cunt as wet.

[She kisses him fast before he can growl in reply.]