Skellig runs his hands over the tops of her thighs, stroking softly before he leans in and presses his lips gently against hers. "I am not concerned about that," he whispers softly. "But you do not have to worry...regardless of the circumstance, I would object if needed."

Trust is important to each of them, as is the safety and comfort of the other.

Another quick kiss, another stroke of his hands across her thighs, and then he moves to settle himself into the cushions and silks, making himself comfortable in a languid sprawl.