[She looks beautiful from this angle, and Connor lets out a soft huff of breath as she moves on top of him. He keeps his hands on her hips, lifting his own slightly to meet hers every time she slides down on him again, and he decides that this would be a moment ruined by telling her all he ever tasted back home was blood.]

I like analysing you. It helps me know you better.

[And maybe that's a strange thing to say too, but he really means it. He gets to taste what's so uniquely her, and store that information away to keep close.]