Serai closed his eyes, rubbing his cheek against her hand just like a cat, radiating adoration as he lowered her hand onto the crotch of his trousers so she could feel the weight of his arousal. Whether this came off lewd or not to the Twilight, it should be known that Serai had no idea this was improper, and she could read no depravity or shame in his face as he did it. With her hand held against his erection, she could sense its length and width, could almost feel its power making her heady as his other hand slipped out and found the down-slope from her waist to her hip, settling there firmly.<br/><br/>He listened to what she was saying, searching her eyes, her lips, trying to capture some meaning and failing, but looking not at all frustrated. His brow crinkled in a sweet kind of pain as he struggled with her tongue. “I..I ehm Serai.” He took that hand off her hip to clasp his heart.<em>”Serai.”</em><br/>