[He cracks a smile in response to that that is quite genuine, accompanied by a gentle rumbling of a laugh in his throat. A flare of a more human response, for there's an appreciative quality to his glance as he affectionately kisses her neck.] Not proper like that, no.
But proper, [he holds her hips down against his as he rolls them up, careful and slow] as in done right. The way it should be done. [There's a pang to his voice; longing in a way that's not entirely tied solely to missing sex for the pleasure of it.]