How could I ever not think so? [Almost everything seemed to suit her sometimes. Not that he was biased at all, of course. He loved everything about her. Her eyes, her hair, her curves, her voice, gentle nature, the fierceness and wickedness that could rise if she felt it's need.]

Of course. [how could he not wish too? He leans up out of the bath to undo her laces. His fingers undoing them easily, practiced. Fingers sliding over the skin as it became exposed to the air.]