[ The warmth is pleasant actually, Saya's body temperature is cooling by the day. Even if she were uncomfortably warm she wouldn't want him to pull away, however. (She does feel herself getting tired again, but she shrugs it off. Her sleep won't take this moment from her.) ]

[ She wrinkles her nose in mild distaste. ] I never cared much for the mortal words. [ She spent so long letting humans define her. And anyway the words are so gendered. ] Chiropterans don't so much have a word for it, unfortunately. [ It's Chevalier or bust and she can't use that. ]

Suitor I like better. Or partner or paramour...

...It's not so important, I suppose. My resistance to being defined in human terms any further might be stretched too far in this instance, it's only semantics.