She shivered at his touch; her whole body trembling with his first pro-active move. Brenna leaned into the touch and knowing his eyes were on her, her own went back to the paintings that featured her... in various states of undress and always covered in blood. She licked her lips, mouth suddenly dry. His dreams, while similar to hers were not identical; she didn't dream of him. Not like this... still, the brunette was intrigued to say the least.
"So, I haunt your dreams naked, do I?" she chuckled, gaze on the most... revealing of portraits. "I must get chilly without any clothes."