He tugged playfully on the edges of her skirts and she didn't flee or even startle, instead she leaned into him, her warmth seeping into his skin and it was all the invitation he needed. Emboldened, his hands moved from the edges of her skirts towards her legs and traveled upwards from her knees to up along her thighs. His touch was light, skating - for now at least, staying annoyingly above the fabric - with just enough pressure to be felt through the layers. It wouldn't do to plunge too far in too fast and risk scaring her away. No. He could happily take his time. It would be far more satisfying for them both in the long run. When his hands reached the crest of her hips, he stopped, hovering a hair's width away from her body. Close enough to feel the heat but not the pressure.

"Not at all," Locke offered, one hand lifting now to tug the teacup from her hands. It might have been his favorite - and he was glad she seemed to like it - but right now he far preferred the idea of her hands on him as opposed to on a cup. "I'm glad it doesn't bother you," he murmured, guiding the cup to the side table behind her before returning his hand to her hips where his other had remained, hovering, but this time committing to the action, both his hands pressing into the soft skin. But his eyes were still trained on her, meeting her gaze. "But right now you, Sage, have all of my attention." With that declaration, he tugged on her hips, wanting her closer.