"Channel her passion," Killian repeated, hmmmmmming a bit at the info. "Well, yes. I know shit about practicing magic myself, but aye...suppose that'd work." Tongue still tracing that line and back again, pausing to bite his hip bone until teeth marks remained, until there would be a pleasant marking - like how Hawke had marked him earlier. Turnabout was fair play, that was always true.
And fingers worked against him too, since it was rude to be right here and not give a perfectly divine crafted by the Maker cock the attention it deserved. "Now they're going to be fucking like rabbits at all hours so she can fling fireballs and it's your fault. It'll keep my up at night when I'm trying to read," Hook teased, holding, gripping, a snicker coming from deep within his chest. "Wouldn't say no to a demonstration when my muscles are sore, however. I have to assess if you're a good instructor or not."