The cool metal of Elann's earrings touched his skin, the coolest things that did since his feet tread the plain floor of Donovan's bedroom. Unlike downstairs, it held no rug, just the wooden slats lain atop the stone floors that made up the house. Noah hummed warmly in agreement to Elann's words, confirming that he may have gotten too comfortable if it weren't for her gentle threats tickling away at his skin. Her threats bore fruit and results though, causing the Kelvic to reach for her hands, sliding off her back, and grabbing her by both wrists.

"No," he murmured, trailing in a soft whine, "stop that."

He figured she wouldn't fight against his strength, though his hold on her was far from harsh and absolute. Noah used his body to roll over again onto his stomach, this time with her beneath him, and stayed true to holding her at the wrists. He adjusted himself to straddle over her midsection and collected both her wrists in one of his hands before holding them over her head. He used his now free hand to prop himself up, hunched down over her, so that he wasn't hurting her wrists by bearing down on her with the whole of his upper body's weight.

"I'm awake," he said, shimmying so that his weight was balanced over his knees pressing into the bed's mattress rather than crushing Elann beneath him. Despite the commanding and dominating position he had over her now he refused to be rough, remaining relatively gentle throughout.

"You met my father?" he asked then, fully opening his eyes and blinking to adjust them to the orange candlelight in the room and to focus intently on her beneath him. "Do you like him, my father?"