She wasn't making much sense, or in the very least he wasn't making sense of her words; but he didn't care at the moment, he was focused and his hand was relishing at the seductive nature of her hand on his- keeping him in place.
However, the last of her words, even if in the grand scheme of things made little connection in his head- were throaty and sexy and his hand, fingers, pressed against the skin with a vigor, rising back up, pulling her thigh higher as he went.
Lips moving to kiss once near her collar bone, his other hand moved to her hip, grasping it gently as he moved to kiss her own lips, softly. Rising the hand on her thigh up further, he gave a brush of the skin nearly at her core before helping drop her leg, smirking then. Both hands resting on her hips he almost smoothly began to push her back, towards a chair not stopping till they were stopped by the inanimate object.
Montague's hand, then, nearly spider crawled up to her shoulders, pushing the sleeves of her robes down and then, as one finger traced the curve of a breast, the other slide behind her back to work on the zipper there.