Medusa doesn't purr with pleasure so much as hiss, a soft, continuous sound that is disconcerting if you aren't used to it.

And sadly for Sam, all further explorations of his neck by her mouth are interrupted by a knock at the door, followed by impatient chittering.

"Breakfast!" Medusa glees, rolling off her boyfriend to get the door.

Sorry, Sam. You have been ditched for rice and curry and na'an bread.