"I might like them anyway." He releases a shuddering breath, letting his eyelids flutter closed. His hands flex in her grasp, but he never tries to break her hold. She's strong enough that he doesn't like his odds even if he really wanted to. Anything that prevents him from casting would ordinarily make him nervous, but even though his heart hammers against his ribs, he finds it thrilling not to be in control. They play a dangerous game, that's true, but let someone else be the one to set the rules this time.

She kisses his throat and he moans, squirming not for escape but in search of more. "Ahh... probably closer than we ought to be." There is an ache high in his chest, but not the sharp stabbing pain of imminent danger. They should absolutely stop, and yet, "But we could probably get a little closer, still."