[He chuckles, low enough that it's for her ears only. His fingers toy with her skirt as they slip down toward her ankles, bunching the material so it skims her just so.]
[As for what he's doing, she'll get the idea when he flips up the hem of her skirt with one hand. The other reaches for her waist for a gentle squeeze -- if it's not okay with her, his solid grip silently asks, she can tell him to stop.]