He moved into the bubbling tub and sunk in straight to his shoulders before sitting on his haunches. His head was bowed as he waited, his tail raising and falling in the water excitedly.
She still smelled like she wanted to breed. How odd, she never smelled like that before. Was she in heat? Did daemonettes have heat cycles? He rumbled softly and nudged her gently.
He grabbed his scrub brush and handed it to her. Maybe after his grooming he could satisfy her? Would that make her happy? He purred softly and licked her cheek.