"I assume that is not all that you do with your mouth, Djinn," she teased, shameless in her advances. He was telling her things, indulging her inquisitiveness... yet his answers only seemed to make him more intriguing instead of less, and her interest swelled as surely as the flames that danced in his eyes when she pushed against him. She had so many questions for him.
"Was?" That word struck her as odd when he spoke of his other half... like the Sylph, Djinn were of the elements. They were immortal, were they not? But before she could pursue that line of questioning his hands were upon her again and he was so warm, like hot sands and the fragrant desert winds that were so familiar a dancing partner to her that she yielded to his embrace, gasping when his breath rushed against her throat. "Do you see into all souls, Corvus? Then there is no use denying it." Her arms found purchase around his shoulders.