[Her response isn't a surprise, although something about the tone of voice makes him think there's more underlying it. He won't ask now, still clinging to the afterglow, but he puts it in the back of his mind to wonder about later.

His hand comes to rest just under her ribcage, stroking idly, and he grins at her when she touches the bridge of his nose.] My oath never required me to be celibate, my sweet, only considerate.

You're beautiful, you know. I've clearly been in the wilderness too long; I saw you and thought of strawberries and cream almost at once, thanks to the shade of your skin and hair. I suppose it was inevitable that I'd want a nibble.