"...Is it rude to ask if I can ride you?" In this context the question has a very different meaning, but she is curious and Locus is tall, bigger than she'd thought, all sinuous muscle and glossy scales and green, green eyes. It'd make her inner nerd all kinds of giddy, even if Delta is vaguely concerned about the lack of a saddle.

Spoil sport.

She takes a half step back to run her hand down Locus' neck, walking along to his shoulders until she can lean in and rest against him. The deep thrum of his heart is ridiculously palpable now- and just as soothing as it is when he's got a human face and hands. "And you're still so warm. Damn."