Rowan sighed, patiently grabbing Owen's collar and pulling him down, pinching his ear to wake him up, then leaned in close to explain it one more time, enunciating every word clearly about how to use his hands.
Owen listened, and this time he understood; his whole body went stiff as a statue. His face turned from red to white, then flushed a deep crimson that spread down to his neck and even his ears. He panicked and quickly pulled his mate into his arms, then used his large hand to tightly cover Rowan's mouth.
"Where did you learn these things? How could... how could you teach a beastman to do such a shameful thing yourself!" He stammered, so embarrassed he wanted to burrow into the ground.
