Everything feels so good, especially the magic over his skin, sliding underneath. His own sensuality flares in response, completely unwilled, though not unconscious. His eyes start to burn, just a little, blue fire leaking to the surface in the form of that supernatural coloring.

He closes his eyes, slow, then opens them again. Keeping up that stare, that heated, small smile, lips parting in a soft sigh that seems to be more breath than sigh, floating out over her mouth in a small cloud of heat and promise.