Not fighting at all as she moves to kiss him again, this time holding her to it for some time, enjoying the taste of her, the scent of her.  His fingers in the mean time have found the separation between shirt and pants, lifting the fabric so one hand can slip beneath.<br/><br/>The hand makes a slow path against her skin, moving up her back and around her left side, moving around and working it's way under the wraps she wears to bind back her breasts, fingers just brush the most tend of flesh beneath.<br/><br/>Amron smiles up at her and his other hand slips back down, over the fabric of her pants, feeling the gentle curve of her ass, then lifting her slightly so his fingers can slip between her legs from behind, feeling the heated, slightly damp area and pressing them against it, rubbing both spots, high and low on her body softly.<br/><br/>Kissing her again he moves his lips from hers after a minute and whispers, "I believe that the clothing of our profession is going to make things much more then this difficult."  He gives a little chuckle and says, "Now, were you this pretty and say a nice gutter whore, then there would be much less trouble, but alas, fates curse me with a beautiful thief."