The dark woman before him closed her eyes and laughed softly, then gasped, then moaned. It sounded... -satisfied-, and Donovan couldn't help but wonder if she would moan the same way after he pleasured her. He had expected some snide comment, such as, 'You'll use any excuse to get your hands on a woman, won't you?', or some such. But instead, much to his surprise – Dark Methuseld remained quiet and simply accepted his attentions.<br/><br/>The power he used to heal her was minimal, and thankfully that was all that was needed. She was sunburnt – not even bleeding – and as such, the healing was fairly minor, but Donovan was quite aware just how annoying – and painful – harsh sunburn could potentially be. When Dark Methuseld opened her eyes, though, they me his gaze for just a moment before looking away, almost... shyly? Surely she was being dramatic. Surely -this- creature before him was not bashful about anything.<br/><br/>She spoke about him being 'useful', and begin to say something about how she wondered if it would feel as good.... -something-. She didn't finish her thought, at least not out loud as she closed her eyes once more. Of course, closing her eyes like that allowed him the opportunity to more closely examine her, and his eyes roamed freely. She was truly beautiful to behold, just as her 'less dark' version was as well. Only now, less of his imagination was required, thanks to the brevity of her 'armor'.<br/><br/>It was the gentle nudge of her knee against the side of his leg that made him blink and bring his attention back to the present reality. Thinking that she meant to part his legs as she sat on the rock so that he could stand between her knees as he tended to her, he silently leaned back just slightly, and when her knees parted slightly as well, he gently eased himself between them, gently urging her legs apart further. It was possible he had misread her intentions, but he was rather certain that if he had... Dark Methuseld would not hesitate to inform him of his error.<br/><br/>Of course, her legs drew his attention when he first felt the bump against his own person, and glancing down, he saw the tell-tale hint of rid all along her supple thigh. She had beautiful, strong legs, lean and long, the kind any man could probably spend ample time just -staring- at as his imagination soared. His eyes roamed the surface of both, but each time, his gaze drifted toward the apex of her thighs, to where that scant bit of material valiantly hid her feminine treasures from his eyes.<br/><br/>Gently, then, he moved his hands to come to a gentle rest against the top of each of her thighs: left hand on her right, right hand on her left. His palms lay flat against her skin, long fingers gently following the curve of each solid muscle. The size of his hands might make her thighs feel... -small-... but once again, he touched her with a gentleness that few might suppose he possessed.<br/><br/>With the simple exertion of his will – the gentle, pleasing tingle began again, but this time where his hands touched her thighs. Slowly, his palms slid upward along the long, smooth surface of her skin that wasn't hidden away by leather. As his magic worked, his imagination also worked, sending thoughts of doing plenty of other things between her thighs while he was at it.<br/><br/>As his hands neared where her thighs met her hips, his fingers spread wide, the thumbs of both fingers sliding down along her inner-thighs, where her skin was most likely not burnt at all. But now, those thumbs were only -inches- from her sex, and he felt his arousal peak fully and firmly, and quite uncomfortably packed away in his breeches. If he could just hook the tip of his thumb beneath that delicate fabric at her crotch, and gently pull it aside... He knew the tingling sensation of his magic would be felt just inches from her sex, as well, but he had no idea if it would have any sort of effect on her.<br/><br/>She was, afterall... not -herself-. She might not even be -human- any more, at least not in the sense he was used to.<br/><br/>"You'll need to remove this," he said softly, perhaps his voice was a little too thick, a little too sultry as he extended the tip of one thumb to lightly brush along the leather protecting her privates with one single stroke of his finger, but hard enough that she would most certainly -feel- it where it counted, "If you want me to make sure all is well, and to get every spot," he offered. Suggestive, yes. But if she took offense, he could certainly attribute it to his healing powers, he figured....<br/>