This is not his usual way of doing things. Not slow, not letting someone else be in charge. It feels really nice, but he has to fight his instinct to immediately flip Midge over and take control.

"Good," and he does growl the word. "Because I'll growl if you keep scratching me like that."

The nails, even light as they are, help bring out that side of him. So does the hair tugging. They prompt him to be less restrained, though all his restraint right now is focused on not speeding things up.