Cat-like indeed. Hakuba bowed his head and submitted, allowing himself to be drawn into the witch's warm kiss him, animal instinct wild in his blue eyes for an instant before he close them. His tail started to wave in a silk move, but he controlled the rest of his body, not to move suddenly and betray him.

Like that first moment of stepping into a hot bath, his skin screaming like a boiled lobster before nerves recognize it’s not hot enough to burn. Even though there’s no peril, the adrenaline coursing through his veins demanded a response, and his brain somehow decided that if this fire rising inside him wasn't an enemy, it must be a friend.

And for the first time, instead of trying to smother it, he feed it.

Hakuba raised a hand to Akako's cheek and then moved to her neck. His nails caressing softly Akako’s warm skin. He tentatively laid his other hand in the middle of Akako's back.