He smirks a little broader for a moment, stretching up and closing his eyes just to concentrate on the sensation of her touch. His body stretches out a little more, arching, almost displaying.

Softly, again, he murmurs. "I think you know exactly what kind of beauty I possess..." And perhaps that's a threat, or perhaps that's simply an invitation to find out.

And a tinge of sadness. "And I think you know that I know, as well."