"Oh, yes," Blaise purred, putting on his shirt again. "She enjoys visiting the forest, and if I'm a very good boy, she becomes quite ... insistent. I don't know if it's her nature or if it is all in good fun. But you won't hear me complain." Brushing over the now hidden marks, he admitted a little melancholic, "I hope we'll do it again next week. I want to carry them into the holidays."