[ He was always sensitive to that light touch, the soft vibration of voice against his skin, the exhaled puffs of breath and the fact that it's from a woman not-Kitty makes it new and exciting and just a little bit laced with guilt. A guilt he's choosing not to indulge in at the moment. Instead he'll hum with content, one hand brushing along the small of her back while the other skims up her spine over her clothes. ]
Still... it'd be a shame if we woke up as popsicles in the morning.