Howl gazes right back at her, admiring her flushed cheeks and elegant exposed neck. Iramaat is beautiful, but she's particularly irresistible when she has this look on her face. He knows what it means, what she's thinking. He bends his neck down, meeting her halfway to accept the kiss, and he feels his erection pushing against his clothes from the slight movement.

"...Is that what you'd like?" he asks once they separate. Placing his palm flat on the inside of her thigh, he gently pushes it aside, spreading even wider. "I could tell you how it works and let you be."