Making no move to stop her hands from moving up his shirt, he pressed his lips together and raised his brows. "If you wish to not be troubled by them, all you have to do is ask," he offered. The statement so pointed, yet so vague as to the intention of it. His wording very much meant to see what her response might be to it.
"You know far more of my secrets than anyone else. Beyond those frustrations you are trying to hide, that should, at least, be appreciated." His hands kept to himself, the space between them heated followed by the familiar scent of desert spices. "While not performing, I would like you to keep an eye on the wards, as well as continued eyes on your chaotic coven member. His secrets may have settled but are still there, and his magic does create the base of our presence not being questioned."