"I'm glad it's not overwhelming you," she says, nuzzling him back. She had been worrying a bit about what effects it might have on him!

She's sprawled on a pile of silks, cushions, and furs, naked, giving him her most sultry look. (There is a platform of some kind under all of the bedding. It might be an altar, it might be the bed platform in the Lair. It might even be changing its nature from time to time, as things in dreams sometimes do.)

"What is your desire, hm?" she asks, her voice a low purr.