[and you realize sort of belatedly that it's distinctly unfair that this human is touching you like that-- nnnngh-- but your hands are just sort of on his shoulders. the problem being that fuckin humans, how do they work?, because you're pretty damn sure humans never had grublegs and they don't have horns and jegus where are you even supposed to put your hands? you settle for clawing at his back in a way that is hopefully not untoward, because you sort of lack the bravery to go under any of his clothes at the moment.]