His hand in her hair brought a pleased him to the witch's lips, a sound that reverberated through her lips and tongue to reach him. Yes, his thoughts would have annoyed her, probably even enough to sound her pride, to send her stalking back into the burlesque tent. But Kennet's thoughts were always hidden from her; she could rarely even guess at them.
It was more rewarding not to waste her energy on trying to fathom him. Why bother? Instead, Elia focused on his human form's response to her – the way he hardened against her tongue, the tension that moved through him with the heat. She glanced up at him through a veil of dark lashes, her eyes full of heat themselves, but only for a moment. Then her lashes fluttered, dark eyes sliding closed in obvious relish.
When she lifted her head a few moments later, her hand moved to wrap around him again, stroking without any hurry. "Is my misbehaving troubling, Ringmaster? Have you decided yet?"