He takes her kiss openly, threading his fingers into her hair to cradle the back of her head. It's a slow thing, no less full of passion but instead of a forceful tumble into it he leads her through it with care and sweetness. With a gentleness so unlike Tumenalia, unlike the cave as well. He holds her like she's precious - because she's precious - and resolves to show her exactly the softness he's found lacking in her life that she so rightly deserves.

One arm around her waist, he pulls her against him, sliding her into his lap as he rolls his tongue lazily against hers, in no hurry and finding new sensation in his current state. She tastes like love and he couldn't tell you what that would translate to if he wasn't crosswired, but it's the perfect flavor and he leans into her for more, making soft needy sounds against her lips.