He nods just the once, feeling his own cheeks warm as his gaze flits over Felih's naked silhouette. He takes a seat upon the bed at his mate's urging, feeling emboldened enough to shed some of his own clothes.

As he leans in to kiss Felih again, a stronger pulse of want rocks his body. With greater haste now, he starts pulling the rest of his clothes off. His kissing grows rougher, messier; his breathing, heavier.

"Perhaps I could create...a potion...later," he says breathlessly between kisses.