She couldn't recall the last time she'd been turned into jelly by just words. Well, words and the fire in his eyes. She actually had to close her eyes and take a few deep breaths to quell the fires he set, at least a little. What was equally as marvelous is feeling her body's reaction to those words. She felt her temperature rise, her heart rate pick up, heat pool in her loins... She didn't feel those things with clients, nor had she felt them in a few hundred years.
Bryn slowly opened her eyes, a little sultry smile on her lips. "I hope it doesn't sound bad of me... but being surrounded by weapons might not put me off of feeling your lips roam..." quite the opposite in fact. She solidified that statement by putting her toes to the heel of each boot and pulling them off, one by one. "As long as you don't mind me returning the favor...just probably not on the counter." She was a little height handicapped.