He gives it, lets his other hand join the first, each cupping against the satin fabric and coarse lace as he teases her, mouth swallowing down those moans and soft sounds she gives him, taking them as encouragement. He kisses her deep, hungry, giving her everything she's demanding, even though he's careful about it, oh-so-careful, never once slipping to push past what she's permitted him, not yet. Although he gives her everything else, loving the way she arches into the touch. He catches sight of the movement of her wings behind her and even that makes him smile as he nips lightly at her lips, presses thumb and forefinger together in a light, teasing pinch.