"I can't imagine any reason that might spur me to decide I need to have you disrobe immediately," he drawls playfully, allowing his thumb to trace circles against her hand. "So we'll see just how convincing you may be."

Getting their plates cleaned up is simple enough, and once things are cleared away after dinner, Skellig wanders over and settles himself close to her, standing face to face with one of his hands at her waist.

"How do you want me while you dance for me?" He leans in and kisses her softly on the mouth, lingering. "If you are not going to be in The Dress, I may manage to contain my desires to touch you until I am allowed."