Ioan grinned and took that as permission. He cupped the back of her head with one hand, threading his fingers into her hair as he pressed his mouth against hers. His other hand found its way to her hip, careful of her injured arm. It was a soft touch, his lips only slightly open, and he didn't linger. Again, he didn't intend to press his luck too far, but when he pulled back a few inches, he left his hands where they were.