"I will hold you to that," Skellig says seriously. "As you know...I am quite fond of crying your name out in ecstasy, with the moon and stars as my witnesses..."

He laughs wickedly, and shifts his body to better angle himself on the couch to allow him to reach over and lift her legs up, draping them over his lap. This gives him better access to her feet with his hands, and there are more designs here to trace.

"I would use some of my preening oils to work into your skin, but I do not wish to disrupt the henna ink until it has set fully," he says, as he reaches for her feet and begins to rub over the soles with his fingertips, a gentle massaging touch. "I would not risk our happiness."

Plus, she has said before she does not mind his hands being slightly 'rough'.