The sudden weight on him makes Metaari open his eyes back up, and he can't help but grin at the sight of Merrick above him. He brings his hands up to lightly rest them on the elf's thighs, his thumbs idly moving back and forth across the fabric of his pants. "I'm putting on my winter weight so I can go into hibernation."

He grins, sharp with a hint of a hungry edge, as he lets his gaze move slowly down the form perched on top of him. "I still think about it, you know," he finally says, his voice rumbling deep in his chest. "The way you writhed..."