Kennet rarely allowed himself indulgence in such a public form. He did not have the same responses to naked humans that others might, but the whole idea of him having to do unnecessary rounds with some kind of visual display had annoyed him. The battle and need for extra energy to get back to the status quo that had been set for him had brought about a need to show Management that if they required something so trivial he would treat it as such. The interaction with the Sylph, Aria, had only added to such thoughts. She acted as a reminder to who he had been before captivity. It truly was a poor decision on their part to offer her hospitality amongst the Cirque.
Elia might have been sorely disappointed that his mind did not focus so much on her actions as the meaning of his own upon allowing her to continue. Though, the fact that management could sense their liaison in multiple ways might have amused her.
Icy eyes studied her while she knelt before him. His hand reached forward and pulled her hair back, keeping control of it while she worked him. He could feel the swirl of his heat settle lower in him. His humanized body became harder with every movement of her tongue. He had to admit- internally- that he never did mind her on her knees.