Regina kissed his mouth open and fucked it thoroughly with her tongue, until the hand at the nape of her neck put enough pressure on her that she had to shift to avoid hurting her ankle worse. When she did, she gave him her (mostly) faux haughtiest look.

"I wasn't jealous. That faun had about as much charisma in her entire body as I do in my pinky for one thing, and for another, I trust you." She began uncovering plates to see what the twitch-nose little one had brought them. "I was possessive. And appreciative. They're different."