"That is an option to consider," he says quietly, his voice a little rough around the edges as he watches her remove the pieces she has on. (And shifts just a little in a way she knows will send shivers straight to his core.) "I may have you do that, once I have found some of these hidden pieces of artwork..."

While she is still working on the jewelry, he slides his hands up underneath her dress, settling them at her hips.

"I do have another idea, for once we have shifted our...endeavours...to the bed," he continues. "One of my other gifts for you will pair quite nicely with these flowers I have gathered and strewn about..."

Skellig bites his lower lip, thinking of her and those silks beneath her body, surrounded by delicate petals (he would move them to ensure none would crush and stain the delicate fabric but just to look at her a moment in all her glory...) and with that smoldering look in her eyes, flashing violet with desire.