He got butterflies in his stomach hard fron that. He trailed his tongue slowly over his sack as a bit of a reward, a bit of gratitude for the pet name.
He moaned louder, his cock throbbing hard. He let out a plume of smoke that curled from his lips as he smirked down at Kit. He knew it. "Good boy, Kit~ But I gotta admit, I like it when you're not so reserved~"
"Whatever your heart desires, Kitten~" he said, almost nonchalantly shrugging. He wasn't even looking at Kit directly, more glancing sideways at him as he enjoyed his cigar.