If she was pleased to see him responding to her touch, she will be even more pleased to see him responding to her words. The image her words paint in his mind triggers a deep-set primal response, firing off nerve endings and reactions that even he didn't know existed.

Skellig arches his back slightly, his wings trying to unfurl from where they are tucked beneath him, struggling under his bodyweight - but it isn't painful, simply an instinctual response to the idea of flight! with her.

"Dance...I would dance with you, Kreyu. I would have you wherever you would allow it. Wherever you would...you would want me."