Breathing became shallower as she worked over him, taking him down. A low, soft hum resounded through him; the heated low noise of the bottom of a fire pit before the heat pushed through to hiss into the air. Her enjoying herself had an intoxicating effect on him that both made him want to take more of her magic to make her head spin and keep her in his bed after the circus closed. Not that he slept, nor ever allowed her to sleep beside him overnight, but then the issues happening around the Cirque had also driven him further toward his old self and sleep was not necessary.
"I already told you the answer, Elia, before you started." He pulled back her hair to force her to look up, his cool blue eyes looking her over, staring through her skin into her soul. Bring his other hand forward, he placed it at her collarbone, the heat burning through the skin. Kennet would tear out her magic in the slowest most destructive way he could and she would moan in pleasure from it.