He knew better then to simply stop. So the hits got a bit lighter, and farther apart as he wound down a little. The growl was enough, he didn't want to push him into shifting. As the hits got lighter along the outside of his thighs he stepped a bit closer and put a hand over some larger bruises on his rib. "And how long have you been holding that in?" He muttered, and looked up to catch his eyes. Still amber, a glow like a large harvest moon, and he noted that he did catch the irony in that. His own eyes had gone solid black with odd pin points of light.
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