[ His breath catches when she slides her palms over his chest, and he flexes because, well, gotta show off the goods. Her comment earns a soft, disbelieving laugh from him. ]

You're worried about being warm and comfortable right now?

[ He slides further down her body, dragging his lips over her stomach as his index finger hooks the waistband of her pants. He makes no move to pull them off yet, just drags his finger along the sensitive skin between her hip and navel. ]

If that's what you want, I could find you a nice fire and bundle you in blankets.

[ He looks up at her as his hand finally reaches her fly, his thumb sliding along the seam. ]