Quill smiled down at her, lifting his hand to stroke her cheek. "You can sing for me any time you want," he told her. "Please." He kissed her jawline. "Sing for me?" he asked, kissing her collar. His hands slid down and started to stroke her arms curiously as he dipped down on her, releasing her so that his lips could find their way down her collar, leaving a trail of kisses towards her cleavage.