"Would you prefer me standing at the end as I was before, or do you want me lying down?"

Skellig makes no effort to untie his kilt just yet, though his hands do wander to his waist - inwardly, he is forcing his breath to remain steady, his heartbeat to stay as calm as possible. He knows once she slips that dress onto her body that he will face a struggle, so it is going to take all he has now to maintain control.