Kurloz let a soft, breathy laugh at that and made a point to rub his face against her stomach, leaving a wider smudge of white in his wake then grinning at her. He swung one long leg over her and settled over her thighs, his hands traveling slowly up Rose's arms then wrapping around her wrists to push them further up over her head. With her stretched out as she was, Kurloz was able to get a good look at the very faint protrusion of her ribs, the splay of her hair around her flushed face and every little twitch of her fingers when he dragged his fingertips back down her body. He traced the line of her collarbone back to her lips, down the bridge of her nose then finally settled his hand in the center of her chest as he leaned forward to press his lips to hers once more.