[Like most of him, there's just enough off to be not QUITE human, but not enough to be clearly monster, either. Sett, however, immediately gives a little whine of complaint as the attention turns back to feathery.

He moves down, kissing the corner of her mouth, her neck and the edge of her shoulder, even as his fingers slide up over heated skin, callouses dragging roughly.

He doesn't bother to unzip her sports bra, just scrunch it up out of the way of his own appreciations.]