His heavy-lidded eyes are transfixed on her body when she leans back to bare herself, so indescribably lithe and graceful even in the act of dispensing with a bra. He stares at her in awe, almost as a child would a perfect cake, unsure of which part to indulge in first. Fortunately for the time being, she initiates her own indulgence, as she brings her lips and tongue to his chest, a soft sigh inadvertently escaping him. It takes a moment for him to register her words and to obey them, but he does quite willingly.