He has always felt that the art of seduction - the art of managing people at large - is in teaching people what it is they should desire; and she is, if nothing else, a quick study. She moves so quickly into the place he has set for her, and with such enthusiasm; and how, now, can she back away from where she has put herself with such aplomb? Her hands are hot and fine against the flat muscle of his belly, a tempting reminder of her willingness to give way to his desires.

His own hand shifts to her thigh, his touch light enough to be almost teasing as he plucks at the hem of her skirt. "Why not, indeed?" he purrs, leaning in again, his breath ghosting against her cheek. "Perhaps because I had thought you might want to look out over the city, to see the world at your feet when I make your knees weak. The view from my room is slightly less spectacular."