No, there wasn't any problem at all. Rhocanth smiled back at her, pleased to discern that she had apparently found his kisses acceptable. He wouldn't have minded continuing, if not for the need to check on how comfortable she was. Satisfied, he let himself linger a little closer still, the hand in her hair still smoothing it over. He came to her forehead and brushed a bit of her hair behind her ear.
"Perfect," he whispered. He easily met her gaze, eyes warm. "Better, in fact. No one will stand a chance against me with favor like that."
As he looked upon her further, at her wide eyes and dark hair tumbling over her shoulder, at her full lips that he had just been so close to, the smooth skin raising ever so softly against her collar as she breathed, he found himself taken with the idea of doing it all again. Automatically he began to turn his face, but stopped just short.
"May I?" he breathed. He knew as a well-bred man that permission to do something once was not permission to do it again.