There's barely anytime for him to preen under the compliment (because he is pretty, even if Gustavain is playing), before the nuzzle sends a soft shiver down his body. He hasn't really done any exploring of his own of this form, and while he could fine tune it however he wished, he finds it's more fun to not be quite so particular. The sensation just now wasn't exactly sexual, but it did feel highly intimate in a way that relaxes him further and wanting more of the hold.

"If you thought I wasn't pretty, I'd be upset," he murmurs, a normal playful counter softened considerably by how suddenly warm and safe he feels in his lover's arms, lips moving down to find the curve of his neck where it meets his shoulder.