It was certainly tempting, to reveal some aspect of themself a little deeper than just this glimpse. But that too could wait. It would be so much better if they had space to really show Gilmore what he was working with. They wanted the awe, the reverence, the feeling of heat and desire radiating off of Gilmore and nothing but the complete image would do. Afterward, he could have the lesser version of it, if he wished. But it was worth making him wait for. They slid the blunt side of their talons down from his cheek to his neck, taking what was offered to them, and slowly curled the smooth, sharp nails around the side of his throat. It wasn't enough to bite down, but he could feel the threat of danger if he wanted to.
"I do, yes..." J'mon nodded. They would probably permit it, whenever he asked, but they liked the power implicit in it. They would not have asked it of many others, but they Gilmore well enough to know he would enjoy it. And he did. "And perhaps I may refuse permission, from time to time, if I have better things for you to be doing with your time." And his body, and his magic. They didn't have a sorcerer of Gilmore's esteem and talent in their collection yet - and hadn't for some time. But he filled the role perfectly.
They hummed softly at the kiss and drew their hand back, the sound of metal sliding against metal hitting the air for a second as they shook out the scales and returned to normal. Normal for J'mon, at least. They could have stayed that way, of course, but Gilmore had his taste and he would have to wait for more. Their other hand drew away from him as well, rising to his shoulders, draping around him. "I would offer you more," they continued again, "But I think I might make you wait. Or make you ask. Do you want to see what you get to have, Shuan? Or would you like to let your imagination sate you for a while longer?"