"Quick then, before I can't stop it." He gave a very short nod and easily pulled off the towel. He wanted her and while the part of her that appeared to him biologically driven to have sex was good. He wanted Hermione in full, so that she knew he loved her in all ways. Her brain, her brawn, her beautiful plumage, and sharp nails. Everything, the little freckles on her skin, and her riot of curls. He loved every bit of her. Which should feel odd for an incubus to think, or feel, but he felt it anyways. 