Dorian stretched into Bramen's fingers and sighed softly with pleasure. He would melt for the simplest of pets. A little attention to his hair and he turned to a puddle of soft, cuddly mage.

"When I get cold I'll get under the fur," he said, brushing his fingers along Bramen's thigh. "I think you like how I look right now."

The fur feels a little rough but not unpleasant. He liked how the texture of the fur felt against his skin each time he moved around.