He'd spent more or less two thousand years wandering where he wanted. And even when he'd been playing beck and call with Ather, he'd still had a town to play with. Here, he'd had one room, mostly because of the sun situation. While he'd say he didn't mind the rain, he'd be lying. It was starting to annoy him to no end.
The light scraping of her nails brought a small sound from him. He moved one hand, the other taking all his weight so he was still above her, to her waist. His hand tugged her shirt gently, pushing it up slightly before his hand moved up her side and under the shirt. His hand paused over her ribs and he pressed his face into the crook of her neck. "Are you sure about this?" The question held the tension the muscles in his back held. The restraint to pull back if she said no. Because he wouldn't continue if she didn't want to, and she'd already said she'd liked him and he didn't want to hurt or confuse her.