With his hand diverted, Shannon simply tried to turn his grip to something better-fitting inside of Eli's and let his hand be held. His fingers wandered, slowly feeling out the intricacies of Eli's hand and the glove that he still wore on it. He was a bit cold, for his usual temperature anyway, but didn't seem too bothered by anything. The scene hadn't left him just yet and he was still very unfocused on everything but Eli himself and the general pleasantness humming through his veins.

"Yes please," he answered. He tried to kiss at the finger running over his lips, but didn't move other than that to follow where it may have gone. Shannon sat incredibly still to soak in the moment, breathing only a bit heavy from more or less holding his breath while he drank. His steam was certainly starting to run out.