Neron wants to reply with his usual snark or sharp humour - regrettably, the sudden onslaught of physical sensation is something of a massive distraction. Morgan steps in to join him in the room and he busies himself with twisting the key in the lock; the click is satisfying, like a confirmation that they are truly alone for as long as they need. The Glacier's words have him turning with a raised brow, and whilst Morgan has undoubtedly seen him look at her in this way before, he's never been able to do much with the appreciation in his gaze, the heat that pools in his belly at the sight of her.
"Are you deciding, right now, to be coy?" he asks, laughter lacing his words as he crosses the room to her. Cool fingers ghost across her upper arms, stroking along her shoulders so he twine his fingers through her curls. "Come a little closer and I have no doubt you'll understand what I'm overtaken by," he suggests.
