Shirt now completely undone, he tugs her robe back so he can plant kisses along her bared shoulder. "I'd tear them all out myself if I could be bothered with sewing them back on later," he chuckles between mouthfuls of skin. His chuckles quickly become shuddering gasps, a mix of arousal and surprise at the sureness of her...methods.

"Mein Gott, Fritzie..." he whispers chokingly into the crook of her shoulder.