His eyes smiled up at her and he hesitated only for a moment before doing as he was told. Two fingers, pressed deep and curling upward as his tongue worked at her clit. It took a lot out of her to ask for what she wanted, instead of demanding it, and he wasn't so foolish to take that moment of vulnerability for granted.

Gripping her thigh in one hand, he pumped his fingers into her firmly, slowly, angling the stroke of his fingertips where he knew she'd appreciate it most. He sucked gently at her clit, then a bit harder when he felt her begin to clench down around his fingers. The rhythm of it was easy to fall into. She was easy to fall into, and moments like this, everything else faded away. The noise in his mind, the flightiness and artifice of The God of Mischief disappeared and he could simply be.