Horrified is not the mood that Skellig is wishing to set, which is why he shifts his attentions (and the subject) to resume his explorations of her abdomen, the muscles of her stomach and the curves of her hips all receiving equal attention from his lips and tongue.

"It is why we are alike," he says. "Helping brings Light into my soul, similar to the way that I feel when I can draw from your Karma. A fire, a surge..."

Her hipbones receive a few moments of 'worship', before he settles lower on the bed, running his palms across the tops of her thighs, fingers mapping out the muscles beneath her skin. Glancing up at her, he smirks wickedly.

"Regarding this 'feast'...would you rather have me kneel at the foot of the bed as you did earlier, your legs over my shoulders? Or would you rather simply lie here and have me ravish you as you are now?"

He would be fine with either option, though his hair would be easier for her to reach with the first versus the second.