Narda watched his reaction, amused. His expression told her he liked it, and she found that his fumbling afterward was rather endearing. But she refrained from saying so, afraid he would become too self-conscious, nervous as he was. "I suppose it does look rather like devouring," she said with a chuckle. "I promise I won't."

She leaned in again, still gentle as she kissed him, caressing his cheek as she did so. She lingered a little longer than earlier, one arm wrapping around him to hold him close. 

"And this?" she asked in a whisper, breaking the kiss, her forehead pressed to his.