"Not quite as good here as at home." As soon as she's within reach, he reaches for her, pulling her into a loose embrace. "But not so bad that I can't tell how wonderful you look right now."

She carries herself like a queen - like a baroness and grand mistress of the Grey Hunt, rather - and flashes a smile that promises rare pleasures at her hands. Which...well, he's impatient about those hands, bringing one down to the fly of his breeches. They've grown rather tight over the last few minutes, and he doubts his attempts to strip for Vex would be anywhere near as sensual as hers. No one's better suited to do the honors, at the moment.