Kurloz' lips parted with the touch, drawing back in a soft smile then pursing again to press against her thumb. One of his hands lifted to let his fingertips lie against the side of her neck, his thumb tipping her head up just enough for him to look her in the face, the end of his nose brushing across hers lightly. He dipped his head to one side and brushed his lips along the line of tendon down the side of her neck approaching her clavicle. Meanwhile his free hand just eased up the hem of her shirt, allowing his fingertips to roam over warm skin. Never gonna fuckin' get over how much you feel like a motherfuckin' lowblood.