He wouldn't answer, since he was too busy kissing her shoulder again, his free hand moving over her side and thigh, slowly moving her skirt up her leg. Skwisgaar didn't worry about the time it would take to get from one place to the other -- knowing the roadies, they'd just make circles around a few blocks so they had time -- and he nibbled her jaw.
He was feeling electric right then, knowing that she felt the same way he did. Someone so divine and dark and powerful, but gentle as a breeze had given him reason to have faith in... well, not women as a whole, but that women could be more than just toys to play with or pains in the ass. He moved the cigarette over to one of the ashtrays before he slid his hand up the fabric covering her stomach and he touched the tip of her new necklace with his middle finger.
His lips pressed to her ear before he whispered, "Next times, if I ever tells at you to leaves? Don'ts listens at me, huh? I don'ts means its."