For her, he would expend energy. He is warm to her touch, his skin far more physical than it normally would be. His lips still linger over her face for moments, before he moves his head back slightly.

His right hand lifts, fingertip feathering over her lips in an equally ticklish and erotic fashion. He traced the bow of it, eyes moving from hers to her mouth, back and forth. His green eyes had darkened, his pupils dilated. There is a question and a plea in his eyes that even he didn't know was there.