He was charmed by the question. "You can undo anything," he replied, and of course this was the answer he would have given to anyone, but he liked that she'd bothered to ask. Her situation, being coaxed out of a dull but so far faithfully monogamous relationship, required gentleness; there had been no expectation of his receiving it in return. She was treating him like he mattered. Not everyone he slept with did.

Don Juan shifted slightly so that she could get to his buttons better, and this had the advantage of putting him at a better angle to move his hand down. He slipped it under the edge of her skirt and found her calf, then moved gradually up her stocking-covered leg. "Alright?" he asked, watching her expression for any sign that it wasn't. This was what he'd meant by touching her, though her breast hadn't been a wasted stop along the way judging by her reaction.

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