Heaven. It was all he could do not to shudder. His entire body hungered for her, wanted to drink her in completely - but he kept himself steady despite his desire. Her hand covered the spot where she'd marked him - and her lips touched almost exactly where he wanted them - and it was very difficult to remain composed. But he didn't know. He didn't know if this were her or if it were some other version of her. Selina came in so many shades of gray that it was difficult for him to keep up. His life had been lived in black and white - even the dark parts. Even now. Today.
But Selina -- she was something else. Something different and fluid, and... every bit his equal. Every bit.. he wanted to call her his own. He allowed his fingertips to settle on her hips - a light touch with no possession. It was unsatisfying.
"And you," he said, forcing himself to pull away from her lips. He put the back of his knuckles against his mouth and wiped, then turned the back of his hand to her to see the red smear. "Always did like marking me."
His other hand fell from her hip and he stepped back, returning to his table and pulling out the chair opposite him. "Please," he said.