"So am I to assume you're actually quite jovial in your spare time behind closed doors?" She rolled her eyes mockingly. "Of course I'd never have noticed. So if I ask Sere Thrask what you're really like..."

She didn't want - or need - to ask, not with his strong grip and the insistent tug of teeth on lips. She reached up with a hand to keep him there so she could return the kiss better, fire and want behind it as she had his mouth. She made a sound against his lips as he rocked upwards and she worried his lower lip between hers.

When she released him only to breathe, she didn't separate herself too far from him. She exhaled shakily, nudging herself against his mouth as if she couldn't decide whether she wanted to kiss him again or not. She swallowed and then smiled. "Think there's room for me to kneel?" she asked suggestively. She looked up at him from beneath her lashes, waiting to see if he'd follow her train of thought.