Yet another subtle difference between trolls and humans; we don't smell like much. Rose's word-based thoughts were becoming staccato in comparison to the emotional and sensation based, which had primarily taken over and pulled Kurloz in deeper into her mind. When he kissed down her thigh, she took a soft gasp for each press of his lips, finally letting out a muffled little murmur through her nose, while she brought her hand down, moving it over her own body, arching up into her own touch before she settled it wholly against his cheek. But don't take the lack of pleasant scent as a sign that I'm not enjoying myself immensely. You're doing every little thing just right.