She got her hands between them and brushed them over the silk-covered buttons at his throat, flicking them open one by one by one, until she could pull his robes over his head. There was a certain measure of ridiculousness to it - the sheer amount of fabric, an excess of billowing black cloth – but he carried that ridiculousness with the total lack of a self-consciousness appropriate to a man who’d never known any other way to undress.