"Good. Then we'll continue."

Any amusement he feels is muted, a minor detail. His focus stays instead on the flush of his face, the softening of his gaze as those touches sink in. He lets his thumb rub against Delta's cheekbone, just under the faint jut of scar tissue.

And then he's easing in, tipping his head to graze his lips across the opposite temple. Not a full-on kiss just yet, just the idea of it, left to tingle.