"I am aware of your stance on that subject," he teased. The first time really that Kennet had ever held such a tone in his voice outside of their particularly interesting nights in his trailer since the Cirque started experiencing worse events. The correlation between the subjects might not have been seen, but was still there.
With Elia wrapped around his waist and her back pushed up against the trunks, he rolled his hips against her, pressing his length along her between her opened legs. "This had not been my intention in stopping by the tent or asking to speak to you," he murmured against her skin, running his lips over her collarbone.