His hands slipped up her back, tracing bare skin as he slid her skirt off. Hips and leg were suddenly very avaliable to touch, and it had been such a long time (or a short time, depending on how he looked at it) since he'd been able to touch her, before.

"Reinette," he murmured against her ear. He was pretty sure he had something very witty or seductive to say, but he hadn't the faintest idea what. Instead, he resumed placing kisses along her pulsepoint, tracing them along her jaw, and back to her mouth.

So much was developing. He'd lost his past, and gained a lover, and fallen rather deeply into this world he'd trapped himself in. In that moment? He wouldn't have traded it.