"Good." She reached up to fondle his hair running her hand through it gently, then using the hold to gently pull him toward her, lips parting as she pressed them to his.

Astarte could see in his eyes that she had him already, the human's own hormones doing most of the work for her, hardly surprising given the extraordinary beauty of her host. Flexing her leg in such a way as to help move his hand upward she deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth for a moment before she pulled back with a smile, daring him to do more.