Red Son's own face was red, but his eyes were intense, looking at him with someone challenging and hungry, but also not protesting. He didn't lean away from the brush of nose, even leaned into it a little, especially at seeing that look.

A wanting look he wanted to keep seeing, especially as the mark throbs on his neck.

There is a bit of a squawk as he's lifted up, the red getting rose, before he huffed. "Cheeky monkey," he growled, tugging at his hair, as his bull tail appears, wrapping around his wrist, ears shifting to their more animal like form along with his horns.

He leans closer at the question, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Oh, Noodle Boy. Of course I am," he said before tugging his hair to pull him close as he leans forward to give him a hard kiss, fangs nipping at his lips.