His other hand comes up to mirror the one already cupping the side of her neck. Touching her like this was something he shied away from for too long, something he held back from addressing or bringing up until it was too late. He wasn't about to make that mistake again, especially when he no longer had all the time in the world.

In all likelihood, neither did she. Being part-demon didn't mean you were automatically blessed with a demon's longevity.

"Not often at all."