Easier was obviously not always as rewarding. Although, to be fair, Elia's hands stayed at his belt, serving to keep her pressed close. Her fingers didn't remain idle, either; she tugged the separate ends of his belt apart, letting them fall from her fingertips only when they were useless. Her hands resettled a moment later, this time on the waistband of his pants themselves, just at the fastening.
His grip on her chin brought her eyes up, her lips slightly parted in surprise. That faded, though, the corners of her lips curving into a pleased smile just as he leaned down into her. "The world is full of well-behaved women, Kennet... If you wanted good behavior, you would have one of them."