The mental image of him with slightly longer hair as he teases her clit, thrusts his tongue inside of her, of him being aroused when she pulls on it, makes her breath catch. She swallows. "Such stunning images your words paint in my mind," she says, breath rough. "And you will be a vision, I'm sure, looking up at me. Divine, wild." She shivers. "Eager to feast upon me." There is a touch of amusement in her tone, as she remembers that not all THAT long ago when he mentioned feasting upon her she didn't understand what he meant.