"Not as much as I want you." It's a twee saying and Neron will slap himself later for being so corny and obvious, but at the moment all of his senses have gone into overdrive. He can feel the heat of her grinding against him, the softness of her skin, the cool sheets, the smell of incense and wine. That combined with the very, very obvious erection he's sporting and it's no wonder that Neron is very much not in the right headspace for conversation.
Luckily Morgan is there to silence him with a kiss, and the Ascended presses in hungrily, the dance of his tongue saying more than his piss-poor attempts at seduction would anyway. When the Glacier draws back and leaves him craving more, it's all he can do not to lean in and lavish further attention on her with his teeth (not least because she'd probably slap him, and he'd definitely like it).
But as her fingertips ever so gently reach for him, a hissed inhale has him biting the inside of his cheek in return. "I do hope you aren't expecting miracles for the first time," he mumbles, the words half an apology as he leans in to lavish kisses down the column of her throat, hands stroking and exploring over curves, playfully pinching at a nipple, impatiently moving to undress the rest of her.
