The Evey he had known had not been a weak woman, physically or mentally. This Evey, though, she was an Evey who had been working with her body. Not training, no. This was not the strength or form that came of spending time in a gym. This was what somebody looked like when they were surviving. When every bit of work they did had a purpose.
Her legs wrapped around him, and Aidan put his hand at the small of her back to support her there. To keep her there. Her barely audible requests for more had not gone unheard by him, though they might have if he'd been a human. They'd come out of her mouth on her breath, slight and breezy, but arid. Weighted.
He didn't answer her with words, he answered her by moving through the apartment to her bed. The smells of slumber led him to where he wanted to be. Clean sheets, a slight night sweat, the place where Evey's natural scent was strongest. He kissed her as he found the door, pausing to press her spine into the frame.
Aidan didn't spend too long with her there, and when he lowered Evey to the bed, he didn't let go still.