He made quite the show of ghosting his fingers along her leg, through the slit in her gown. The touches were barely there, just the warmth from his fingers and the feel of the leather moving up slowly over her calf, then her knee before it was settled in place on her thigh and secured. Draco pressed kisses down the trail he had just made with his hands before securing a small pistol on one side of her thigh holster and a blade on the other.  