First came a small gasp, then came a soft giggle. A strong sense of infatuation taking over him being handled like that. "I-I'll do whatever you want, you don't have to steal me or anything." He's firmly locked on Foxy with his slimmer arms.

Foxy glared down at the cute goat boy with that one gleaming yellow eye, that cocky grin still spread across his face. With a chuckle, he lowered his hand, giving Ralsei’s plump butt a firm squeeze, his thick fingers sink into the soft flesh. “Do ye mean it, or be ye just blowin’ hot air, mate?”