He didn't bother kicking off his boots crossing the threshold into the cottage. Any marks he made on the floors or rugs he could magic out later. She was as eager as he was. Good. And more than that she was receptive to making it a loud, raucous evening. He opened the door to his bedroom and slid off his shoes. There was nothing sexy about pulling someone's shoes off and even if he could feel himself twitching in his trousers he wanted her and himself to enjoy this.