Magnar reflected on their conversation and how it’d turned out. Like a habit he hadn’t fully shed yet, he lifted his hand to his snout so he could tap a claw at the tip of it. That’s what breasts are for? To make milk for their younglings? And here he had been, stupidly thinking Delora’s breasts existed to be played with by him, considering she’d liked it whenever he touched them.
This is fucking hilarious!
