Valyn moved so he was against her, and once more moved to brush her hair out of her face. "Ah... use your imagination," he said, flushing a small bit. He couldn't just come out and tell her. But he brushed his fingers against her waist, trailing them over the material of her shirt and the skin beneath.

"Maybe we can find you a book," he added, kissing the tip of her nose teasingly.