Then Laertes rises to kiss Enjolras again--his mouth is raw, now, and there's more hunger than art to the kiss; he presses into it and breathes in sharply through his nose. "A fine pair we make, then," he says at the kiss's end. "I love to see thee undone like this. Thou wert not made to be untouchable; thou wert made for sweat and blushes. Lie back for me, sweet. Let me touch thee."