The mewling was something he recognized. The nervousness of an inexperienced female, some things were beyond universal and even crossed the boundaries of dimensions. She was nervous, her body betraying her - he had to show her that this was natural and the way it was meant to be.<br/><br/>The challenge would be doing it without her understanding a word he said. He figured he was up for the challenge. The words were nice but ultimately not required.<br/><br/>Kissing her neck again, he begins to turn her around so that he can lean in and kiss below her jawline and working upwards. There's a smile in his face and his eyes as he goes for a proper kiss, something to steal her breath away.