She let her eyes wander about his robes, admiring the way they clung to him. "I do like shiny silk, but satin is my favourite. Even more so now, because your skin feels like satin," she breathed. "So soft and smooth." Sappho let go of his sleeve to caress his hand. "I'll definitely go with you next time. I wish I could have gone yesterday. Rotten luck, us falling ill one after the other."