Skellig allows his body to drop back slightly towards the cushions beneath them as she 'settles' herself, pulling in a deep breath as she wiggles her hips - his mind flashes to the images of her dancing for him, watching her move around the room in the space.

"Very much so," he exhales, voice thick with contentment. "So very good."

He allows his hips to shift beneath her bodyweight, his wings flaring out - but careful to keep them within the circle's constraints, even if this is just 'practice', he still wants to do it somewhat correctly. Glancing up at her, he grins widely. "Now...I believe I am supposed to bring you to come on my cock, make sure you are well-prepared for the next field?"