He wished he could talk to her, wished he could make sure she was ok. He moved and towered over her, even as he sat, and moved to press his snout against her cheek affectionately.
He nodded and dipped his head to allow her to inspect it, which was odd. Normally he would get all huffy if she asked about it and push her away. But he was willing to show her now. Still, the runes were quiet. Did that mean...?
She was very proud of him. She boosted one rune on the band, which made him feel very nice, as a bit of a reward. The hypnosis didn't stop, but it lessened, and a warm feeling spread through him at her touch.
He couldn't mate with her if he was still dirty. He didn't know if he had properly cleaned himself. So he nudged her gently before searching for his special scrubber.
She moved and grabbed the scrubber before helping him wash. Her touch was still warm, but with him thinking about mating, the hypnosis turned to that of mating with her, the desire to breed her. The warm touch didn't help.
She continued to wash him, unaware that the rune she tweaked, now amplifying whatever pleasant thoughts he had, was now driving him mad with feral desire.