[ Linework feels a fuck of a lot nicer than colour, yeah. Amos' smile is pleasant and relaxed as she gives him a good view before switching over to finishing up that part of the tattoo, enjoying the emotions he's picking up off of her. Playful, and flirty, and someone he wholly gets along with — which is why it had felt right asking.

He's alert as he sees Kiritsubo's ears manifest themselves; tail occasionally brushing over his legs behind her. His expression doesn't change, but he grows far more alert — especially when she goes further, shifting her form into something like that he's occasionally seen out among the wider world of Kenos, but never really had any meaningful interactions with.

Since he's free for the moment, Amos reaches out, brushes his hand along one of her now-furry arms. It's soft, unlike anything he's ever felt before — and there is absolutely a fascination to the movement. ]

Like that. The way you are right now. [ Deep breath. ] Never been with anyone like you before. Wasn't a thing where I came from at all.

[ A beat, his hand lingering on her paw, marvelling at the feel of fur on someone he is actually holding a conversation with. ]

Next week?

[ After he's had the chance to heal up? ]