"Mmm, yes," he told her, feeling every warm point of contact between them keenly, even through their damp clothing. He was always very aware of her, moreso than any woman he'd ever met. He suspected part of it was her Veela heritage (after a couple of times of nearly doing something stupid, he'd learned to start focussing his attention in different ways so he wouldn't be completely overwhelmed), but mostly it was just her for him.
His hands, seemingly of their own volition though he didn't really want to stop them, tugged her shirt out from her skirt and found the buttons starting at the bottom, undoing them one by one.
He shrugged out of his robes, which left him in his (unbusinesslike) Tshirt and jeans, long since a comfortable favourite that the goblins didn't seem to mind. Once he finished opening her shirt, he parted it and let his hands skim across the bare skin of her stomach and ribs.