A chuckle slipped through his upturned lips as she wrangled her way out of her shoes and accessories before turning to let him do the rest of it. He leaned forward, his hands finding her dress' laces and buttons and zippers as they'd done so many times. It was almost alarming that they were so comfortable undressing around each other - so deep into this routine - before their engagement announcement had even found its way into the Daily Prophet. Sitting here, undressing the woman who, for all intents and purposes, was his mistress, it was easy to forget that their entire relationship was rooted in a taboo that could see both of them ruined.

"You should be glad you didn't have to dance with me," he teased, completely unconcerned by that matter. "A certain level of grace might be required for aurors, but rhythm is not." And it wasn't as if dancing had been the main focus of his pre-Hogwarts education; most of his experience had come from, well, doing it.

Meanwhile, he continued to shed each layer of her costume from her body, the tips of his fingers dancing across whatever bare skin he came across. Though her evening gown left more skin exposed than her usual attire, he realized with exasperation that there were even more layers than usual, petticoat after petticoat.

"I assume you enjoyed yourself, though?" he asked. "I don't suppose you were corned by the 'matchmaking prophet' during the evening, hm?" he added with a chuckle.

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