"Can it not be both?" She moves to the other side of his face, bites again at his neck, flicks her tongue lightly into his ear, mixing hardness and softness, sharp and soothing touches of her mouth. Her free hand wanders down his shoulder and forearm, then his torso. "Or what you will." She is not paying much attention to what she says not, in truth, much more interested in the way his breath hitches when she touches him thus or nibbles on his skin just so.