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[The path down to the bed is more or less a freefall, and commiserate with his state of mind. He lands in a sprawl, pushing himself up on his elbows and feeling absurdly under dressed in just a shirt and loose tie (and pants of course, he's extremely aware of those). Though his focus on his own lack of layers is instantly gone when he gets an eyeful of what Raven's wearing.]
[She looks -- gods, she looks amazing, and a very large part of him wants to reach over and yank her on top of him. Or at least get his mouth to work so he can say something complimentary.]
[It feel like forever that he's just staring, dumbfounded, but in reality it's only a second or two before his voice obeys him.] Perfect -- you're perfect.