His mouth on hers is so hungry, giving away just how much he adores every part of this, his free hand sliding up her side and seemingly aching to touch her more completely. Like Gustavain, he is not tied to his lover being in one particular form, but the newness of it is captivating, making him want to milk every bit of pleasure from his touch as he can, even more than normal.

"There's always time for that," he murmurs against her, dragging that finger out a bit before pressing back in, at a truly tortuous pace, "Unless you'd rather we move now?" He pulls out again, this time letting it linger just inside her, a clear taunt.