She grinned against his lips. “Naughty,” she murmured, but made no attempts to pull away. Ninkasi wasn't sure if this surge of... naughty and innuendo laden behavior over the last ten months or so from Kratos was due to her influence or had always been there and she'd just never been treated to knowledge of its existence before, but she was never going to discourage it. Which was why even when she commented on it, it was done in a teasing tone and rewarded in any manner she could.
Because she wanted more. She always wanted more. Didn't people complain that things calmed or staled after awhile? Because at no point had her desire for him waned. Then again... her comparisons were flawed, and this was her. Which was why one hand fisted itself in the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer.
Shame she had a few hours left of semi-responsible things to do.