"Mhm, I'm glad. They're certainly seared into MINE." She sighs in pleasure as his hands run over her skin and he presses his lips against her calf. "Perhaps I will decorate around you, love. Arrange our environment to show you to your very best advantage." She's teasing, but only a little.

"And what kind of inspiration are they giving you now?" she asks, breath low, rough with want, with desire.