He leans into the invitation, tongue tangling with hers easily. And so this continues for several -- well, it's hard to tell how long it goes on for, really, for all that time means nothing here. Not to mention the fact that they may not even need to breathe, for all that this place hasn't figured out human physiology in entirety, yet, so there's no need to come up for air.

It's reflex, then, that he does finally pull away, his breathing heavy for all that he doesn't need it. And for once, he seems at a loss for words -- or at least content in the silence.