That translates to 'cast aside his timidness to make himself look far more ravenous, leave her toes curled and her eyes bewildered at the mere thought of her Noivern taking the helm in such a nonchalant, forward manner.' ...Until that belly's full of Noibat pups, he won't even THINK of pulling out.
Breed the zard until she's too swollen to move please and thank you.