[When she's mostly bare from the waist up, he takes his time looking at her. His fingers run up her sides, tracing over the ribs there, then up over the bandage, skimming along the sides of her breasts before he taps at the hollow of her throat.]

Are you asking for me to remove my clothing? In public? How scandalous.

[But he was grinning as he trailed his finger down to the edge of her binding, tracing along it and feeling that heat blaze hotter in his chest -- and a bit lower.]

Shall I do away with it all at once, or would you like a show?