[If she's trembling, and certainly she is, then a part of it is simply because she's cold. The other part is because of nerves, because of how easily he can stir her. The latter perhaps not at all surprising given that she has kept others at an arm's distance for... a while. He would have no reason to suspect that she was any different before circumstance brought all of them together.

The truth of that. Well. It's for another time.

He doesn't linger nearly long enough, in her opinion. One kiss will not be enough to sate her. But she can wait. For the moment, she allows herself to indulge in a pleasure she has denied herself, drawing closer just so she can press the line of her frame up along his. His voice makes her want to shudder, something she restraints by the press of her claws into his skin.]

What I want... [She thinks on it, sounding both distant and entranced, but what she follows up with is very genuine. And somehow very her.] I want to hear you and feel you. I want to learn you with my eyes, but not only my eyes. I want to taste you. And... I want you to do all of those things with me as well. I will not take from you anything I'm not willing to give to you.