His slowed response only makes her smile a most self-satisfied sort of grin. Never before has she seen him so distracted, taken from his senses and well... human. Not even the first time she'd kissed him and settled in his lap.

Her fingers keep to a lazy pace as he works on getting his belt and waistcoat off. "I do like you in your waistcoat but I think I will much prefer you naked." It's not a hard assumption to make, given how she feels about seeing him barechested.

And to encourage him further (or perhaps to distract him), she starts moving her fingers faster, deeper before she moves them back, now slick, to rub a little higher, where she usually gets better results.