Where pulling from Aria had made the Djinn back away, seeing the secrets of her past laid out for him as if to remind him of the things he had seen upon her entrance into the Cirque, Elia had no such pain in her past. Her magic so freely and uselessly given to him before he even had the will to do anything with it. Even in the moment, his will was being tugged at. Small knocks in the back of his mind that Management might have been starting into their slumber but they were still watching.
With the shadow clothes gone and his own on a slow burn, Kennet finally dropped his hand to take from her root chakra. The area already quite open for him whenever he was around, he usually tried to ignore it. The place where her nails had dug into his shoulder glowed with the inner heat as he reached down. His fingers hot and sliding against her.