"Me too." He said honestly, "and Marlowe hasn't said anything, but I think he misses Liam as well." He said looking down at her, the hand in her hair moving to stroke down along her naked back, relishing in the feel of her cool skin against his palm. It had been too long since he'd just touched her, he decided.
Montague laughed quietly again, however, squeezing her a hint closer at her words, kissing her forehead. "Simple robes, should be fine; and you look fine in everything you've worn so far Ver." He only hoped she could believe his compliment.