"I really do detest these leggings. They make it bothersome and difficult to ravish you properly," he winked at her. "And, I’ll have you know. I speak to everyone like that, not just my men," he kissed her clothed thigh. "Cheeky woman." His features turned somber and poignant while he stared at her, his eyes a soft pale grey instead of their usually steely silver. "Gods you are too beautiful for words," she blushed. "I’ll be out on the terrace shortly," he murmured.