A lot more of that, Anael thought, echoing Alcuin's earlier words. The book had fallen to the side, and Anael slid a hand under Alcuin's jacket, seeking to untuck his shirt from his trousers to get to skin. Once he had done so, and his hand rested in the small of Alcuin's back, he broke the kiss to smile happily up at the man. "I don't think I've even told you how much white suits you."