"Mmm." She closes her eyes, swaying against him. He should do that again. And again. And again.

"Four of us killed a dragon," she replies softly, kissing his jawline and tilting up her face to reach his ear. The kiss there is a little more ill-placed, half-missing his earlobe because she's off balance and it's dark.

"Damn, missed. Stop moving. Or I'll stop moving." Someone's moving, and it's ruining her aim.