He watches her every movement, as of course she expected and invited him to, evaluating as much as appreciating. Thoughts flicker through his mind of what he could do to her, what she could do to him, and he lets every one of them show in his face and posture.

His fingertips brush over her skin as he takes the glass, his body preternaturally warm.

One eyebrow arches at the door, and he gives her a questioning glance.