[His fingertips toy with her hair, eyes low lidded buy looking her over carefully. As it works out, any urge has to flee seems pitiful as Lacus is likely one of the only women to see that act for what it is, no matter how he went about it. It's annoying, her ability to perceive truths like that, and to him slightly unnerving. He's the one who is used to manipulating, getting his way. Yet she's immune to that.
He kisses her jaw, just gently, one of the last drops of fondness he'd prefer to shed today.] We're in no hurry.