He's still got a few bruises here and there after his training with Dimitri, but they're faded or small or otherwise not noticed. He pulls back, sliding off the shirt and letting it fall.


Thank god for her foresight, though. That hook is far too fiddly for his fumbling fingers at the moment, but he slides his hand along the inside of her thigh again, hitching her dress up to her hips. First things first, then zipper.