His answer brought an unabashed smile to her lips, both pleased and amused. He didn't look annoyed, did he? His low sounds of pleasure had not seemed troubled. But there was no point in arguing; Kennet would do things his own way, just as Elia did things her way. Sometimes their respective ways worked together, such as in the moment.
The jerk to her dark locks brought her eyes up to meet his, dark to light. His eyes could make her catch her breath in moments like those – so intense, with an icy sort of heat to them. It was almost unsettling to know that Kennet could strip away all her secrets in such a manner... but at this point, did she have any secrets left to keep from him?
Regardless, her eyes slid closed when his palm touched her skin, bringing with it a wash of heat that threatened to drive her own natural coolness away entirely. But no, her shadow-magic rushed to the burn that he left, repairing her flesh even as it seared and blistered. And yes, Elia moaned, feeling him pull at her well of power even as it bubbled up to meet him.