He hangs on the pause. It's the other instances with which he has had the most experience thus far. Nothing has taken him so beyond himself that he finds it unrecognizable, whether to his benefit or detriment he can't be sure.

"No. Never. Not for passion or need." Where are his carefully constructed walls that keep him so tidily contained? He feels as though he couldn't reach them if he tried. He doesn't wish to try, reaching for her instead. It's a sideways pressing of knees against knees on the sofa, the place a reminder of polite company and a call to manners.

He pauses a scant inch from her lips with a soft rake of breath then closes the final distance. He has vague memory of an ill fit for his mouth before. It's erased by the fit now, her upper between both of his for a taste and test of the bow. He draws back with a light scrape of teeth.

"I felt what you felt that night and fed my experiences to you. I'm certain I could do that once again here and now. If you want it. Do you?" His gaze is intense and steady, searching.