Laughing warmly, Valen looked at Sharille's face and reached over to brush on the white shift she wore, reaching up to gently lift it off of her, reaching his face down to kiss a trail up her thigh and then over her stomach's skin, lifting the shift over her head kissing over her bosom gently and then smirking as he pulled her up against his chest and into his lap. Hugging her, seated on the bed, snuggling her close and caressing along her cheek there.<br/><br/>Valen had no real words to speak in that moment, having wanted her for a fair while already, but yet at the same time wanting to not press her. He was a man of threats at times, at least to a foe, but when it came to such intimacy he would step back and be friends rather than risk it all, sometimes. With Sharille, it began to seem she didn't mind something else, but he was not yet sure if she prefered it casual or if she had more in mind.<br/><br/>In that moment, he didn't mind either way, he was happy to be at her side, and what would come in time, would be found out in time.