Conaan fought a small wince as Esmeralda wrapped her fingers almost predatorily around his hand, her fingers slowly caressing his skin.

His expression didn't change, even as she smiled, her eyes darkening with the extent of her lust.

With no pride whatsoever, she leaned close, letting her lips slightly brush his hand. She could taste his skin, and she finally leaned further, kissing his skin properly, her eyes closing.

He immediately pulled it back, then grabbed a napkin and wiped his hand. She smiled, and if she noticed how disgusted his actions suggested he was, she didn't care to acknowledge it.

"I didn't think you would want to see me...