"Have you traveled lately?" It lacked subtlety, but this was a dream; they were frequently anything but subtle. Dantalion tasted the wind, nostrils flaring and lips parting to sip at the hot, dry air, recognizing something in it of the east, and the south. And were they back to seduction? It was difficult to read humans sometimes, and Dantalion was more interested in this riddle than in copulation. (Riddles--was this Egypt? No, not quite.)
He refocused his attention for long enough to take Sadie's hand in his where she'd touched him, and with the other cup her cheek, caressing her face as though she were made of flower petals, dusted with pollen. "There are dangerous fevers abroad. You should take care for your health." His hand left hers; settled at the small of her back, as if just waiting to pull her against him in a sudden act of passion.
"We wouldn't want you to feel faint," he murmured into her ear, lips brushing the shell as he turned his head in toward her.