[He doesn't know what he's saying at this point. Words are secondary to the vision that is her body — her flushed and wet arousal, yes, but also just... the rest of her.]

...Yes. However many more impressions you may give me for the rest of this day.

[And in the future, no doubt, several more. His hand at her shoulder travels down, no hesitation as it roves past the full curve of a breast and down farther, farther still. Beyond torso and the hitch of her hip and sinking down lower to cup her between her legs. Again.]

Enciting as they are... somehow, you've found yourself the one fully undressed, Ms Vaux.