She hums as his fingers move through her hair. The steady beat of his heart under her palm. She's content in his closeness in the feel of his hand at the back of her head, ironic that even before now, when they were just Suna's ambassador and her escort. Knowing the clan he came from, what they were known for. His hands and the damage they were capable of never stood out as something to fear. A challenge to be met oh yes. But never fear.

She'll take the exception. When it came to their relationship she was always preferred to skip looking any gift horse in the mouth. So many stolen moments that were only ever able to be moments, a glance, a whisper of a touch. It was nice to be able to linger for once.

"If you play your cards right," She murmurs pressing her lips to his shoulder. "And if you're very good at infiltrating the tower." Because nothing about time spent in Suna is ever without it's challenges. Her fingers dancing over his skin the line of his collarbone, over his shoulder and down his arm. "Because I'm sure it could be arranged if you do."