She'd be lying if she said she didn't like the dichotomy of their touches, ones that could be quick and impassioned, others more languid and whimsical. Her hand rested against the side of his cheek as they returned to kissing and she was content with the slower pace. It allowed her to give attention to his bottom and top lip in turn with lazy swipes with the tip of her tongue or small brushes of her teeth.

A hum passed from her lips to his just before they parted and she glanced up, thoughtful. "We'd be leaving ourselves open in the dark to a possible attack, anyhow." She wished she could throw caution to the wind; he'd sparked her curiosity with talk of dangerous things.