Elsie had always prided herself on her ability to think rationally.

Unfortunately for her, there was nothing rational about their current situation.

Fortunately for her, she didn't altogether care at the moment. Though the lateness of the hour should have dictated she be in little more than her nightdress, Elsie hadn't really gotten ready for bed knowing she'd be leaving again. Now she almost regretted that decision. However, had she anticipated this as any kind of possible tonight, she honestly hadn't any idea what she would have done in regards to her wardrobe. The uncomfortable feeling of her corset digging into her ribs was thankfully second fiddle to well, every other sensation washing over her presently.

A sharp exhale escaped her lips as he moved away and she subconsciously pressed her lips together to muffle the sound. Her grip automatically loosened, hands sliding down to his shoulders, only to curl her fingers into the fabric of his shirt. She could feel her entire body heating up and therefore the feeling of cool air on exposed legs was both surprising and welcome. Though she hadn't really gotten ready for bed, she had ditched her stockings and shoes thinking this was going to be a quick trip. Apparently it wasn't. Five years worth of build up had led to this moment and neither one of them seemed apt to stop it now.

Letting out what could only be described as a small whimper, Elsie instinctively, though tentatively arched toward Tyb, though she was, for once, relying solely on his knowledge here.