It was odd how time did that. How so much seemed to pass in such a short time period, while at the same time it felt like it was nearly just last season that all his family had been together - that he'd told off Lillianna at the meeting, that Finch had been sick, that his mother had returned again and again. So many memories. It was strange to think of how much time had passed, and how little he had done in that time, in particular the last few years.
Not that he was thinking of those things now. All he could focus on was Lillie at his side as he stirred awake and pressed his nose into her thick fur. Her humming, apparently carefully thinking before answering, made his lips turn up in a sleepy smirk. "Okay, so innocent or not-innocent," Lark echoed, to show he'd been following along with her train of thought. It seemed she was leading toward the latter, though, judging by the way she leaned to nip at his neck. He let out an appreciative groan, followed by a chuckle as he arched his neck slightly.
"What if I'm in the mood for both?" He asked after a moment, peering over at her with a curious glance. "I mean.. probably not at the same time, but what if I want something not so innocent now and something more innocent later? Is that an option?" The same cheeky grin that she seemed to wrangle out of him so easily crossed his features again as he mirrored her actions, leaning to nip at her chest - just a bit rougher than she had.
