Peridot growls in affirmation, something half approaching lucidity breaking through for a moment. She's not sure which 'that' Lapis is referring to, so she's just going to assume she means for her to keep doing all of it.

She resettles her paw, splaying her toes (fingers?) just a bit wider, eager to comply if it means touching as much of her bonded as possible. Her own stance is adjusted as well, without much conscious thought put into the effort. The dragon's spine arches lightly as she brings her hips up just a bit closer, and she keeps twitching them urgently while she's nibbling at Lapis's ear and smothering her with attention.

She scarcely even realizes that her genital vent-- typically a rather discreet feature of her draconic anatomy-- is starting to bulge.