Sam gave him a half-closed dark stare for the shock, then closed his eyes all the way and hissed as Keelia moved. His fingers stroked over her again, then with a scrape of nails. Talons, really, but just the tips. Then the tip of one clean-manicured finger, slowly pushing aside her skirt and all intervening material and pressing in. Slowly, so slowly.

[ooc: Ate my comment. Twice.]