Her eyes go wide for a moment, and she bites her lip, giving a quiet sound of appreciation under her breath.

When in Rome. Her hands undo the tie of her robe and she lets it fall off her shoulders. She leaves it draped over the unoccupied bed, and follows him, not exactly shy, but still wary.

'Scoot over a bit, love.'

Her libido whinges at her in the back of her mind, but she knows it's right to wait. That was an ugly little detour into both of their true fears, and she wants him to know, she's not doing this out of desperation.