His typical cold exterior gave way to pure reaction and she luxuriated in it; his fingers digging into the silky fabric of her dress and his lips parting to allow a sharp hiss to escape. "Pen," he rasped. "Ask me." His chest puffed, stretching, reaching, yearning toward hers. Hermione peered into the silvery hue of his eyes, falling hopelessly for its glimmer and promise.