His hand returns to her hip, gentle as he holds her down. After all there are still some small ways to try and influence a measure of control in all of this, even with how easily he knows he bends to her whims. He can't help it in truth, not now that he's had a taste of her and it's hard to hold onto the thought of her duties, of all that she must do, and he must do all he can to help her with those.

"Be merciful then," He snorts softly, shifting so he lays next to her and slowly Liaran begins to kiss down her throat. Taking his time, each kiss soft and slow and his thumb rubs circles against her hip, one leg covering one of her own to trap her against the mattress. "I have heard much of the Inquisitor's mercy, will she not grant me some?"