There's a delighted laugh across their telepathic bond when his tiger's jaws close around his muzzle, his eyes half-shutting in contentment as they roll around. He shifts to meet one of his tiger's paws with his own talons, carefully pressing a little just to see the spread of his toe pads and claws. And lets himself imagine being in his human form, sinking his fingers into his tiger's fur, scratching along his spine, pressing his hand against his paws - or seeing his tiger's human form, if he had one, letting his dragon surround him even more completely than he can now, nuzzling into his human neck and perhaps even getting to have a lick.

Before he can get too carried away in his longing and start imagining them both as humans, that mournful growl cuts through his thoughts and reminds him of what he is supposed to be doing here.

And I you. His response is just as somber, and he nuzzles him back. Do you want to go first?