She didn't trust herself to talk, but that didn't mean she didn't like hearing him. Hearing him repeat her name like that, hearing the way he said it - she wanted to curl up back against him, wanted to mash her mouth against his, but the angle sort of made it impossible. "Uhm, uhn," she huffed, nuzzling at his arm again, ears perked and pointed forward. Hair pulling definitely wasn't a thing she would have minded -- she was also way more ashamed of that than the biting. "Stiles, please-" Please what? She wasn't sure. Keep going? Probably.