That satisfied her enough and she nodded, taking his shirt gingerly from him and setting it down in a corner so it wouldn't be lost. In the moonlight, exposed, she could see much more of him than she could earlier. She could admire the muscle structure and the way his chest rose and fell with his quickened breathing. A flicker of a smile was tossed his way, meant to be reassuring, before she went back to the task at hand.

Her fingers slowed so she could take her time, putting more pressure into the way she touched him as though she were almost attempting to massage the muscles she found. She worked her way down and fanned outwards with her ministrations, following muscle lines in his skin until she was met with the top of his breeches, where she could swipe her fingers over the fabric and hook a thumb in the side just to test how much give she had.. She leaned in so she could press a brief, teasing kiss to his stomach, one hand settling on his hip to keep him still.