With those stowed safely away, he contemplates the others - and also contemplates his rising desire to kiss her once again, perhaps explore a bit where that henna goes...

"Two more of those," he says, reaching for her hand once more, turning her palm upwards so he can look at the intricate design. "Are for you. One is for me, but it will make sense once you see yours..."

He starts in the center of her palm, tracing the lines with the tip of his index finger, working his way outwards.

"I intend to spoil you all evening. I can show them to you now...and then we can retire to our bed..." his fingertip works along her wrist, the smooth skin warm under his touch. "Or we can find some way to entertain ourselves a while before I give my dragon her next gift..."