There is a connection point between them with that tattoo on his arm, and as she traces it with her fingers it is enough to trigger and send a ripple of sparks up and down his spine.

"Would love to taste you," he replies, voice eager and willing. "Could practice some of the positions from the art on these walls, pleasure each other in unison..."

(Which is indeed what she is proposing they do.)

As a thought strikes him, he laughs, the sound husky and low. "Did not think this would be the FIRST stop on our journey... but I am not complaining."