The possibilities of future hijinks or present problems evaporated at Emmaline's giggle to Amal. He raised his hand to the serpent, and slowly Asp's tail lifted up to press to his palm. He shook its tail ardently, his face a mask of stoic sarcasm. After that he relaxed, watching Emmaline, smiling like a fool when he felt her fingers along his length. She might have been the priestess of snakes, but his hips writhed to the side lightly as his eyes went from mirth to craving, dark eyes dilating ever so slowly in the firelight. 

Why she had this effect on him, he didn't know or care. He was still new to love, but wouldn't have it any other way he knew. She would feel him stir, already half awoken from the warmth and their close proximity. Amal's back to the couch's back, his arms slid behind it to hold on to the wooden beams that kept the piece of furniture steady, broadening his shoulders and pectorals. The alcohol tingling in his throat, he smiled his mordant smile at her teasing. She could feel his eyes roving over her, his tongue curling in his mouth. 

"Consider me charmed..."