It was a technicality to be sure, but one that Edwin was going to permit, for the time being, because he was enjoying himself. Not that he hadn't expected to, of course, he'd known there was little enough chance of not enjoying himself, he just hadn't considered just how much the sensations -touch especially predominant among them- would come in to play with his temporary solidity.

His eyes had dipped partway closed just at the initial warmth and pressure and the slide of the Cat's hair between his fingers, a soft sound escaping his throat, not a moan, really, but something dangerously close to one, and it was a sound that mingled easily with the Cat's amusement at himself.

It was a much more definite moan at the teasing pull at his lower lip, fingers pressing reflexively more closely against the Cat's scalp in response, eyes dropping closed completely as if that might make him more able to pick apart the sensation.