Miles really didn't want to pull away, as the feel of her breasts under that dress were quite appealing, and he was still a little worried that his spell hadn't worked.
He looked at her face and brushed a few powdery flakes from her cheeks. "Definitely going to finish this later," he growled. "Although..." His hand trailed from her waist to her hip. "Or is Mrs Bletchley not that much of an exhibitionist?" He was keeping his spirits up, hoping to hell something had happened.