If she were a younger, less experenced woman, she might feel uncomfortable just laying there completely bare before him. She might feel awkward as his eyes move along her body, his expression one of awe and keen interest.

But he is not the first man to share her bed and she is confident enough in the way she looks to lay contently upon the bed and let him look at her for as long as he pleases.

When he touches her, her eyes flutter and her stomach makes a similar movement. His hand is outrageously warm against her skin, the sensation delightful against the chillier air of her room (despite the fire in the hearth nearby). "Thank you," she murmurs softly, lifting one hand to touch herself, hand sliding up along her own side until she cradles a breast, perhaps instructing him or perhaps simply due to her impatience to be touched.