For a moment he looks sheepish at the sound, but Raven gives him a smile in encouragement before he kisses her again. This time he's a little more determined, it seems, more intent, and Raven tugs a little at his hair again, just to see if he'll make that sound against her lips.

His hand finds its way to her hip and Raven pulls him closer, bending her good leg to give him room. It's not the most ideal spot, and she knows there must be a bed down the corridor, but she never wants to move. Moving would break whatever this is, and she's spent too long trying to convince him to open up to risk him shutting down now.

Instead, she tilts her head to the side a little as he moves down her neck, kissing along her throat. Her breathing is already coming a little faster and she closes her eyes a moment, lets the smell and feel of him wash over her. "Elias," she says, but she doesn't know entirely what she's asking for. She definitely doesn't want him to stop, so she arches against him a little, running her hand up the back of his shirt to feel the muscles shift in his back.