That gives him pause, connecting it with another moment they'd shared, and he pulls back a bit to look up at her with the raised eyebrows of amusement. "So that's why you went for my wrist with the fire," he wonders aloud, so recently reminded of the moment in question. "That explains more than it doesn't."

He takes a moment to kiss the tip of her pinky finger, still smiling amusement, before he replies to the question proper. "Not with such passionate specificity, no, although hands and wrists are sensuous things. On Earth it's more... hmm, throat, ear, maybe the pulse point at the neck. Back of the wrist for a much drier gesture of affection." He's still holding her hand, and now he pulls it up to examine her wrist. He touches with fingers rather than lip, where he can see the subtle shift of skin behind which the radial artery pulses. "But for you... here?"