She's fully willing to take some of the attention off of herself for a moment; in fact, she almost prefers it that way, prefers not to be the center of fixation when she's with someone like this, and it's for that reason among others that has her mouth descending over him, over his chest and down to abdomen, her fingers spiderwebbing across his sides as she uses her grip on him to ease herself down on her knees in front of him. Inevitably, her nose nudges the waistband of his pants, bumping the leather belt, and she sits back on her heels to give herself a moment to unfasten it, listening to the audible sound of the metal buckle clinking before she frees it. The button on the pants is next, popped open between thumb and index finger as her lips draw tight over the curve of his hip, sucking a mark into that smooth line. There's another reason for doing this, too, she realizes, as she works the material down over his hips, as she parts her lips to take him into her mouth, tasting the salt of him on her tongue. She wants to.