Without moving his arm around her, Benidal successfully extracted his member from its confinement, dropping his pants and freeing it to bob erect just above the table level. Like everything else about him, it was long and thin, easily nine inches long but lacking in the girth that a more typically proportioned man would be able to claim. Not a tool to stuff a woman full, but one that could be wielded like a surgeon's scalpel with sufficient skill.<br/><br/>"Have you never been kissed before, Cin?"<br/><br/>His voice is soft in her ear, speaking as he is only an inch or two away from her. A small part of his brain not yet suffused with alcohol proposed that it might have just been the stare - like many of his kind, he had an almost magnetic gaze that could get someone's attention from across a room. It was drowned out in the general internal mayhem that was his mind in full seduction mode, though, as the free hand no longer occupied with freeing himself from his pants came up to cup her full breast, playing with it as his thumb rolled over the perking nipple.