[both involve leashes, they're basically the same thing]

[Nemesis goes darker at that, but keeps it together, doing as she's told. She caresses over Req's jaw and over the points of her ears and through the freshly colored hair, murmuring silly but genuine platitudes at the feel.

Her other hand--the metal one--is oddly warm as it traces over Req's skin, trailing the slightest tingle of static over her side and at the small of her back, urging her closer]

Mm...that's what I like to hear. I wonder if I can find the right spot to make you purr.