He felt himself flush a little deeper. He didn't have to see well to know that he was being admired. It was a nice feeling if a little flustering. He was accustomed to very different sorts of gazes for the most part. If there was admiration, it was wrapped in awe or fear.

He liked that little smile, though, and the way her eyes closed. That was well worth taking his time. He continued teasing the hem up out of her pants, sides and back tugged free before he touched her again. He slipped both hands beneath her shirt and set his palms flat to her stomach. The caress upward was careful but firm enough not to tickle. Her skin was every bit as soft as it looked.