"Want you much closer," he mutters under his breath. "But I would not risk harm to this dress."

He feels as if his fingers should catch and snag against the material, but they strangely do not - it is much stronger than he imagined, and at the same time, the touch is smooth and soft, almost impossibly so.

"My mind cannot wrap around this material. It is...unnatural," he murmurs, still studying it as he trails his fingertips up from her waist, skating along her ribcage, to glide and settle beneath one of her breasts. "And fascinating."