"Sure." He said sure in that tone that might have well have been synonymous with Please. It was already fascinating- he had seen her before, but rarely long enough to appreciate how perfect her skin was. His was scared up, but hers was soft and even as it had been well protected. It was warm and pliant under his fingers.

When he stepped behind her and started slightly as he saw those patterns of markings. His rough fingers brushed them as he finished undoing the clasps.

"Your back is pretty, too." He informed her. Not just in marking, but the shape and dip of her spine. The way her build was accidentally elegant without effort. Everything about her was striking to him. Even this slight little thing of being able to touch the bare small of her back.

It was just slowly, slowly starting to occur to him that the barrier that had between them all this time was being removed. He kissed the back of her head and her carefully bound hair, slipped his hands under the openings in the back to run them across her back to rest at her shoulders, pushing the garment/obstruction forward in the process.