Oh the little flap-wiggle those things just did is the most wonderful thing she's ever seen.

"Holy SHIT!" She's stifling desperate laughter about it before starting to climb him.

"Okay, that's good. Yeah, th-rude?" She finds that funny too, for some reason, reaching up to sort of slip against his face and head so she can lean over and try to figure out what the wiggle-mechanism is on his flares.

"But I guess I can get behind kittens. What did they do for Whirl? Last I checked he was still a cockmuncher. He did let me see it though so I guess he's only a minor cockmuncher. Wing do that wiggly thing again."