Lila lightly bites down on his thumb, and lets go of his hand with a sly smile. The sound of his voice in that moment makes her shift where she's seated.

"Nothing's broken, but I think I have a cracked rib," she lies. She hurts, but she doesn't hurt. Yet the thought of having Kell's hands on her is too desirous not to take advantage of. She carefully takes off her jacket, wincing from how sore she is. She peels her shirt up to just under her breasts, and lays back against the pillows, looking at Kell expectantly.