"That entire set of silks you brought with us does," he agrees. "And the memories of you ravishing me upon it are seared firmly into my mind, quite easy to recall whenever I'd like to."

He settles on his knees, takes one of her legs in his hands, pressing his lips against her calf as he runs his hands over her skin.

"For inspiration, of course."

Or if he'd just like to revisit a very enjoyable several hours of his life. Repeatedly.