He nips at her fingers as they pass over his lips, but gentle, very little of teeth. His eyes catch hers for a moment and then slide downward, over her body, taking in every inch of her and evaluating. The possibilities, what she's capable of, what might pleasure her and what she cannot or will not stand.

As his eyes return to her face there's the dark hint of possibility, and a silent question. He's smiling, but it's patient and a little expectant, waiting for her to make the first move and set the tone. He has, after all, all the time in the world.



[ooc: Have books! Will read when I get home from lunch and movie.]