Edric chewed on his bottom lip while he watched her on the bed, his eyes managing to find every inch of exposed skin as she recovered from the sudden drop. He wasn't sure what he was expecting from her, but upon watching her position herself in way that could only be described as 'seductive', he realized he should have expected nothing else.

"I don't know," he said, shaking his head involuntarily while he struggled to keep a wide smile off his face. "I thought I might get you to disrobe yourself for me," he teased, his brows perched high on high on his forehead as he crossed his arms across his chest. "Unless, of course, my presence flusters you so much that you've forgotten how to handle it; then I'm sure I could offer my assistance."

Though he wasn't laughing, by that point he couldn't stop himself from grinning. Eyes on her, he waggled his eyebrows and moved his own hands to the buttons of his shirt and undid the first one.

That had him laughing. This entire situation was unprecedented; he'd never had a woman in his own bed, and he'd certainly never shared one with a woman who he was so willing to joke with. Brothels weren't like that.

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