Her hands were inexperienced, but soft in their exploring, and Macavity let her do exactly that. A barely there sigh brushed past his lips and he tilted her chin up to kiss her again, a bit more insistent, now, a bit more forceful, but never rough.

What was it about this jewel of his, that dulled Macavity's teeth and forced his claws safely retracted. If any were to see him with her, like this, there would be new rumors of the Mystery Cat. Soft pawed and bowed to a young Jellicle, barely even a Queen.

Perhaps it was part of the act, or perhaps there was more to it than anyone else would see. Perhaps Macavity might have also found someone to love more than wealth and trickery of his clever thievery.

He was not going to admit to it, so soon, but it lingered there in the way he touched her, in the way his hands moved over her skin, like she was a precious thing to be held.

He pulled away with a soft drag of his tongue over her lips, and a purr of pleasure on his own.

"Come with me, my beautiful jewel."

So maybe the rumors would have been true. Perhaps this was really Macavity becoming something new, but it was only for her, for Victoria, that this side of the feline fiend had surfaced. He was still the same conniving cat, but not, it seemed in this respect. Not as he led her to his bed, so he could show her what it was that she had wanted from him.