It was exactly the sort of physique Nina appreciated — strong, broad, and storied. Of course she assumed many of those scars were from fights the Death Knight had been in, but she would not discount Jeritza either. Before she could truly appreciate it, however, he was moving forward and latching onto her breast.

Unexpected. Extremely pleasant. Nina moaned and arched her back slightly, a hand against the back of his head insistently kneading into his scalp. When she looked down at him, she nodded absently. "Ke-Keep going."