"At the risk of sounding like a besotted idiot or a poet of some sort... I think you are perfect."

She pulls her hand gently away from his mouth after he tells her that he would like to watch her but to participate in some way. If that is the compromise they need to make, she is willing to make it. There is time, she hopes, to push boundaries later. With experience, comes confidence, so in time; he will come to trust his own restraint, she hopes.

"You will need to undress me first." It's an almost laughable request given that all she has on is one silky shift and nothing else.