He could continue to prevaricate, hemming and hawing in his usual tentative fashion, or he could get to the point and address what's rapidly consuming him. His tongue flicks over his lips.

"I..." He swallows audibly. "It's not... I'm not exactly an innocent," he starts, hoping she takes his meaning. "But I, uh..." Words fail him and, instead, he pulls her nearer, into his arms. His embrace is gentle and he's trembling, but he's soft and warm and something about him--maybe the magic in his every cell, maybe just something that's uniquely Bruno--acts like a magnet that draws a person in. "Please don't think me too forward. I... I-I I've never been hit with desire this strongly, or-or this fast..."

Before he even realises what he's doing, his lips ghost along her neck, almost burning hot skin light and wet against it. "I need you... please..." he murmurs, voice going velvety. "As much as you're willing to give... I've been alone for so long...."