At his height, Merle towered over Faye and so he had to lift her up a little if he wanted to suck on her breasts. Which he did want to do, at some point. For now, though, he wanted her somewhere specific.
Merle lifted his mouth to meet hers in a searing kiss, while his hands moved to her shoulders. He began to push a little, trying to move her down to her knees in a way that was bold and insistant but, bizarrely, gentle. It was 'asking', and Merle rarely asked.