He looks vaguely offended at her question. His mouth has been attached to the rest of his face, that's where it's been! The same place it's always been. He takes her bump to the nose though and gives a shake, careful not to dislodge his crown. No licking. Okay. He can do that.

At her head tilt though, he tilts his own, skewing the flowers dangerously to the side over one ear. Why not, Aerith? He thinks you'd make a beautiful wolf.