[ a hiss on the inhale, then a held breath; some muscles go taut under Muffin's teeth. Quetzal doesn't feel relaxed at having teeth sunk into him, but he's definitely not calling for that 'when.' In fact...

In fact, huh, that's a new one; thanks to their very close proximity, his tail seeks out, curls up around Muffin's middle instead of seeking out an ankle. Squeezes. Not too hard. But when Muffin bears down, it tightens a little, too. Silent feedback. ]