Anything he might have been about to say about flying or otherwise completely left his mind. The touch of her fingertip sent a shiver through him, making his lips curl back into an almost mischievous sort of smile. He kissed at that fingertip, reaching up to take her hand, placing another at the inside of her wrist.
"I'd really love to kiss you again," he said, that steady beat she had been listening to was starting to pick up in rate, one hand tangling back in her hair, the other slipping about her waist to pull her closer as he lips again found hers. There was something more passionate there, more needy as his lips moved against hers.