His actions, subtle and unpronounced, feel erotic in ways that Sookie doesn't feel familiar with. She watches and offers no help as Kisuke unclasps her bra, the weight of it skating straps down her arms until she's left bare and proud, shoulders held back as her eyes follow him closely. Her toes curl slightly where they're pressed against the floor as Kisuke brushes heated lips against her thigh, and it only strikes Sookie then that she's never had someone delay the pleasure before, never had someone patient enough to tease and wander. The thought of it draws warmth lower on her body, until her hand shifts with the want of touching herself there, pressing fingers against the thrum of her skin — but she doesn't. Not yet. Not while curiosity licks at her like a flame.

She doesn't have much of an opportunity to touch him from this position, though she lets her eyes roam in the place of her hands, over the back of his neck slightly exposed, over defined muscles that billowing robes had done much too well a job of hiding. He is unusual, and Sookie finds her gaze stopping at his eyes, attentive yet distant under a hooded gaze.

"You should remember that... the line between pain and pleasure has been a real blurred area for me lately," she confesses, trembling slightly at the thought. Sometimes it's the only thing to shake her out of the faint numbness that settles over her skin. Pain has a purpose — or at least is marvelously good at feigning one. Her lips curve in a more playful grin. "And that I'm really wanting to get my hands all over you."