Malachi snorted. "Maybe," he whispered teasingly in return. He didn't so much want to find out how it tasted then that he didn't care. Right now all he cared about was being close to her, being with her. If he got a taste of it during that time, he was sure he could stomach it at least. When she ducked her head, he raised his eyebrows. He wasn't sure if it was anticipation or just curiosity of what she was doing. Her hand felt good on him even though his hands, firm and confident. She wasn't showing any signs of nervousness, which he was looking for. He let out a small sigh of relief when the discomfort on his pants was eased when she pulled his hands down. He shifted so he could help kick off his pants, giving her want she seemed to want. Once he'd kicked them to the side, he smirked at Lavender. "Better?"