"More," he answers, meeting that saucy little smile with one of his own. "I haven't had a single contraption to think about since I arrived."

He wouldn't have minded undressing her himself, but watching her strip down is its own pleasure. (And the outfit is decidedly convenient for stripping down - but he's determined to think nothing of her other lovers right now, nor of anything she's done here besides what they're doing right now.) His gaze sweeps over her, taking in the full picture of her. Aside from a pair of cosmetic differences, the overall effect is the same; perhaps she's been here for months, but she's still the woman he fell asleep with in Tal'Dorei.

"If I tell you that you're more beautiful than I recalled," and as he speaks, he's moving through the last buttons of his shirt, then shrugging it off his thin shoulders, "will it sound trite?"