"Yes, it does," Erik agreed, kissing the top of her curls and bringing his hands to her stomach just to hold her against him for the moment. "There's certainly enough metal in it." Then he smiled. "But I'm afraid I couldn't pull it off."
He liked that part more than anything else. Not that there was much danger in Victorian London, he imagined, certainly nothing they couldn't handle, he always sort of liked being able to feel her more. Plus, it would make removal that much faster.
"You still have a couple more layers," he said, giving her another gentle squeeze before he picked up another one of her skirts, giving Vlad a scratch on the head as he passed him.