<br/>He continued stroking her hand, eyes intent upon what he was doing. Lacking any comprehension of her words he repeated himself, tasting her name, almost purring. “Ivory Dove.”<em>(Ivery Doav.)</em>He did not seem to notice her hand patting against his chest until she left it there, upon which he automatically dipped his head and kissed her fingertips, his eyes flicking up to hers to gauge her reaction.<br/><br/>His jet black hair was falling down around his face now. She could see that it was long and cordoned off into hundreds of streams bound by silver coils, sometimes sporting silver rings. These sometimes tingled as his head moved and they clinked together. As his hair swept and swung against his face, the moonsilver tattoos that climbed almost to the back of his eyes sometimes came into view, but were mostly obscured by the profundity of his warrior hairstyle.<br/><br/>He blew on her fingertips as he continued to nuzzle them, while slowly lowering her other hand, which he still held.<br/>