"My heart." He sounds utterly delighted at the purring - a very similar tone to the one he'd had the first time he heard his tiger purr, though of course, he hadn't called him his heart back then.

It makes him scratch more as he nuzzles his face into Wanyin's, reveling in the difference now that it is skin against skin rather than fur against fangs. Holding him this close, looking into his eyes - how could he have not known? His eyes are not quite the same, and yet they are, they are his tiger.

But of course, back when Jiang Wanyin was only a stranger, it would not have been proper for him to stare into his eyes like this even if he had wanted to.

He pulls one hand away so he can reach back to take Wanyin's, the one that still clutches his ribbon. His fingers tug carefully at it.

"May I?"