She stilled, stiffening at the look on his face, the mention of his belt, her body trembling. And the sound his belt made, it had her eyes dropping to it even as her throat worked, wondering if she had gone out of her depth already. She wasn't sure she was ready for that, but just the fact that he meant to do something made her dizzy with relief, that he would do what she needed, what they both needed, made her ached for him.<br/><br/>Her eyes widened, she bit her lower lip as her light flickered through, shy and uncertain with the memory of how he snapped his belt. Her eyes raked down his body, catching on the sight of his cock hardening in his pants. She licked her lips and shivered. "Not too far....but make me yours..." she slipped down onto her knees, gazing up at him. "Roarke...." she raised a hand, an offering, out to him.