[It was slightly strange to allow himself to be worked on like this, even if it didn't feel bad. But it was unusual, and somewhat disorienting, to not be the decided one, and the Ascian wasn't sure what he thought about that, even as he allows his hand to trail down the side of Irhya's own neck.
The light touch of her teeth has him arch his neck, just slightly, into it, as though offering his throat to her, knowing that she could likely feel the gradual uptick in his pulse. Even if part of that was due to the stray thought of her being in a position to tear it open, if she so chose. Which was absurd. Her teeth weren't that sharp.
Though the unexpected chill to her hands does cause him to tense up, and not entirely in a nice way. But it doesn't last long, and once the moment's startle had passed, Emet-Selch realized it wasn't that bad, and surely she'd warm up soon enough. It doesn't keep him from grumbling against her face, though.]
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The light touch of her teeth has him arch his neck, just slightly, into it, as though offering his throat to her, knowing that she could likely feel the gradual uptick in his pulse. Even if part of that was due to the stray thought of her being in a position to tear it open, if she so chose. Which was absurd. Her teeth weren't that sharp.
Though the unexpected chill to her hands does cause him to tense up, and not entirely in a nice way. But it doesn't last long, and once the moment's startle had passed, Emet-Selch realized it wasn't that bad, and surely she'd warm up soon enough. It doesn't keep him from grumbling against her face, though.]
--I hope all of you isn't like that.