It's definitely tender, and Ilima doesn't mess with it. He follows along, led by the leash. It's not really necessary, but he doesn't complain, not even thinking twice about it. He was expecting his pups, but being bred is the next best thing, as far as he's concerned.

He immediately moves to bend over the bench once he's brought to it, not minding the mud and dirt. Normally he'd be mortified, but his finickiness has long gone. Ilima spreads himself, waiting for the Emboars to come over. He's already getting hard, excited at the thought of being bred again, especially by much bigger Pokemon.