[ Hellboy laughs at her reaction, a throaty rumble of noise, barely registering the swat to his arm. He watches her worry at his t-shirt before going back to the task at hand, admiring the way she moves inside the loose folds of that sweatshirt, increasingly distracted by the needs of his dick.

When she takes hold of his tail, he blinks at her, then waves his right hand in a vague sort of motion suggestive of a shrug. He lets his head fall back against the bed, gaze wandering over the ceiling. ]

Mmm. Like you're touching it. It's just like a.. limb I guess. Like if I touched your ankle or your arm. [ His breath catches slightly as her fingers travel further along it and underneath, a little surprised at how sensitive it feels when it's touched with gentleness like that, rather than the rough treatment it usually gets. His hard-on twitches in his shorts. ] Though maybe a.. a little different.