It's been a long time since anybody looked at her like that, and Raven takes a moment to appreciate it. Sleeping with Wick had been fast and messy and on a table for crying out loud, and he hadn't stopped to look at her. They'd been distracting each other more than anything, but this is different. Maybe it's still on a crappy little couch, but Elias stops to look at her like he's never seen anything like her, and Raven can admit that she likes it. A whole lot.

"Good," she says, but if she was going to say anything else it's lost in the way he moves down her body again. Her breathing stutters when he reaches her stomach and she shifts a little underneath him. She runs her hand over the back of his head, through his hair to massage his scalp and then around to cup his cheek.

At this angle she can't really get to him to touch, but she does what she can, rocking her hips up towards him. She wants to get his own shirt off, so she sits up a little more even if it means dislodging him for the moment, reaching for the hem of his shirt and tugging.