Lomadia leaving a trail of kisses all the way down to his neck had a smug smirk forming over Sips’ lips, though he inhaled sharply when he realised that she was leaving her mark on his pale grey skin.  The somewhat shaky exhale really showed that he was at least trying to hold onto some shred of composure, but how could he possibly keep it together given his current situation?  “Mmm,” he hummed in response to her question and reached to brush her hair off of her shoulder so that he could glance at the crook of her neck, mapping out a few places where he too would probably end up leaving marks.

“Didn’t have a plan really, but do I ever?”  Raising his brows as if to make a point, Sips leaned back just enough so that he could look the elf over unabashedly and subconsciously wet his lips, meeting her eyes once more.  “If I’ve already gotten this far, I’d say I’m doin’ an alright job on the corruption though, eh?  I thought it’d take a bit more convincing to get you outta that shirt, it’s gotta be said.”  With both of his hands firmly holding onto Lomadia’s hips, he gave them a light and playful squeeze as he leaned his face in close to one of her ears.  “I’m just happy I haven’t scared you off yet,” Sips mumbled, his lips just barely brushing the shell of her ear before he caught the lobe with his teeth in a gentle bite and tug.  “That’s about the last thing I want, y’know?”  He was beginning to ramble so to silence himself, he pressed his face into the side of the witch’s neck and returned the favour of leaving a small, darkening bruise.