That fire is still there, in kisses along her skin and the way his hands traced down her shoulders and arms to find her own. Helping her with removing the jerkin, then moving to squeeze hers affectionately. Moving to lean his forehead against her own, breathing her in, a pause in the midst of desire given reign.

"You are beautiful, with the light and shadow playing over you." Brushing the back of his hand against her cheek and throat. A moment of sweet.

His own shirt was high-necked, but laced up with the sleeves drawn closer around his wrists and forearms by a zig-zagged interlacing of the fabric.