"I do not know if I should even bother attempting to resist," he admits. "I would not wish to become discouraged in my efforts, knowing how...strongly I am likely to react to seeing you."

And already, his heartbeat is quickening in his chest, skin flushing slightly as her hands settle to his waist, work to remove the kilt from his body. He works his throat in a silent swallow, gathering his wits about him as her fingertips graze across his stomach.

So badly does he want to touch her already, and she has not even started to dance yet!

"They will be most delighted to see you again, I am certain," he says. "When was the last time you made yourself known to them?"