She shivered as his finger ran over her mound, closing her eyes briefly before she nodded at his instructions and got off, allowing him to undress. Lhurriel pouted but didn't protest, instead letting her eyes roam over his body as he lifted his shirt over his head and slid his trousers from his hips. An eyebrow raised when she noticed that he was already hard. "You seem to be quite ready," she noted quietly as she grabbed a roll of bandages she had scavenged earlier from one of his trunks. With quick, deft movements, she wrapped it around her hips snugly, where her brand was, making sure to roll it over the gauze already layered over the mark.<br/><br/>After tying it off tightly, she sat on the bed, waiting for him. "Well... I couldn't be sure. You have a better view, I'm sure - why don't you tell me?" Lhurriel shifted carefully, moving forward until their bodies were almost touching.<br/><br/>"What position do you want to see me in, Amron?" She whispered, before leaning forward and nipping the skin where his neck and shoulders met.