[Ingo can just tell that his fur is getting mussed every which way, but it doesn't really matter. The attempt at grooming is strangely soothing to some part of his manticore hindbrain. At home he mostly just endured Lady Sneasler's ministrations; now, some of the tension bleeds out of him, and a loud purr starts to vibrate underneath his breath.
When Silvally's done, he still doesn't quite smile, but does manage a sort of feline slow-blink.]
Thank you. That was quite nice, actually.
[He's still purring. That mostly happens involuntarily! He doesn't really know how to stop!]
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When Silvally's done, he still doesn't quite smile, but does manage a sort of feline slow-blink.]
Thank you. That was quite nice, actually.
[He's still purring. That mostly happens involuntarily! He doesn't really know how to stop!]