[The brush of lips against his ears has him whimper and shiver, and the mask, alas, deprives Sylus of the full breadth of his expression in that moment. After a moment, he lightly brushes his fingers between them, to block the attention to his ears for the moment. The wolf lets out a huff of a laugh.]

I am a wolf. I am both predator and prey already. But... at least wait to devour my ears in private, rather than just in the car?

[He uses his other hand to lift his mask, to show a soft, coy smile, golden eyes warm with affection and want in equal, intense measure.]

Not that I dislike it. But I only want you seeing me come undone.