Picturing that, he laughs - and it is a low, husky, somewhat devious sound. Clearly, that idea interests him, greatly!

"Careful," he 'warns' her as he shakes his head. "Tempt me with that image, I may insist we skip dealing with pirates and instead go straight to the Lair, and I would have you dance for me in that gown..."

Having reached his goal with his lips, he draws one of her legs up to settle draped over his shoulder, better able to kiss at the henna and trace the lines with his tongue.