"We shouldn't.." Clairissa was squirming in his arms. He knew her body wanted to, but her mind was saying no. Artimer held her tightly, still caressing his fingers across her skin. He let his fingers wonder where they pleased, mostly they were roaming over her armor. "Mmmm I can just imagine what I want will taste like on my tongue. A little salty, and very sweet." He moved her hair to the side and started playing with the back of her neck with his tongue. "I think it would be like drinking from a hot spring, slow trickles at first, then rushing water." He let his finger slide over the outside of her thigh, "I can only imagine what that would taste like." Artimer did not want to push or rush her, if she even uttered no, he would stop. He knew that after what happened that she may need more time to come to terms with being touched, even by him.