Even if it was just a brush of her lips, the soft skin beneath his ear was a sensitive place, and Kell shuddered, even as he admission surprised a laugh out of him. Just a breath at first, but then something that caught, warm and deep, fizzling out as her mouth found his throat, his collarbone, his upper chest.

Though he ached to tangle his fingers into her hair, he instead helped her but undoing the buttons from the bottom of his coat up, unable to ignore the way her mouth felt on his skin.

"Will you burn yours?" he asked, half in jest, and as the last of the buttons came free he shrugged it off, without a care for where it fell, tangling a thumb into the tie of his tunic to give it a good tug.

The movement exposed the silver scar over his heart, the same one she'd laid a hand over what seemed lifetimes ago. There was no trace of that fist, or any other scars.

Kell reached out, tipped Neria's chin up with a fingertip.

"Or shall I take them off for you?"