He was quickly learning how to temper his surprise, his brows raising only mildly when she shifted against him next, lips curved in an indulgent smile. It was, like everything else tended to be with her, an easy decision. He didn't have to worry about breaking her heart, now that she knew he wasn't all smiles. Now that she knew that his background was a whole hell of a lot darker than anything she'd seen on Tabula Rasa. Blank slates didn't suit him. They were just like painting a fresh coat on top of everything else; it'd all come wearing off soon.

So he would enjoy this, leaning up into her lips, his hand running up against her neck again, weaving through her hair, fingers tightening and tugging insistently at her hair. He hummed against her lips when he felt her palm brush against his length, sucking lightly at her tongue, nipping at her bottom lip with his teeth and worrying it still. His hand brushed her hair over her shoulder, eyes lidded and glancing over, enjoying the look, before his palm brushed down her side. Grinning against her lips, he decided to return the favor, hand slipping under her panties, finger sliding along the heat of her.