Aza visibly perked up at the mention of no shaving, and he glanced over his shoulder with a tiny grin that flashed his sharp canines.

"They tend not to mix clean up time with sexy time, 'cuz bathing's public back home," he said, unable to stop his tail from wriggling when Aymeric deftly began pulling out clumps of loose, wet fur free. Some of those clamps were matted with days worth of dirt, and honestly, Aza was so fucking grateful his partner (weirdly) enjoyed grooming his tail for him, even though it could be nasty sometimes. It felt very nice though, gross matted fur or not, and he shivered right down to the tip of his tail as he purred low in his throat, fighting very hard not to melt into a useless puddle of Miqo'te.

"And it's just what Bluebird says," Aza mumbled after a brief pause, starting to slouch as he relaxed more and more. His lower back twinged painfully, but he ignored it, "I dunno if they prefer oral sex or not. Never really... did sex stuff back then."

He had to pause, though, when Aymeric muttered about being a Miqo'te. That was... huh, a thought. Aymeric didn't look right in his mind's eye with Miqo'te ears and tail, and his hair was so thick and so frizzy when damp, it'd be a nightmare to groom.

"We'd drown in shed hair if you were a Miqo'te," he sighed, "Best you aren't one."