He reaches out to tuck back a stray lock of her hair, smiling slightly as he does. It's not the nice smile she's so used seeing, but it's not the cold calculating face of a predator either.

Everyone should look blissed out after good sex, regardless of the species or depth of their monstrosity.

"A little rumpled," he offers graciously, then reaches to take her newly dropped hand and bring it towards his mouth. "I like rumpled," he clarifies, nipping a little at her fingertips. "And invitations."