Erik lifted his eyes to meet hers in the mirror. The recognition set in quickly, and his smirk widened as he lifted his lips from her shoulder. Judith was a great many things, but by no fault of her own, a good aim wasn't one of them. No, he knew exactly why she'd chosen hatchet throwing, and why it made her look so satisfied before he even had her out of her clothes.
"Hatchet throwing," he repeated, his lips near her ear but his eyes still locked on hers in the mirror. The last closure came undone, and he pulled the corset from her torso, tossing it off to the side so he could put his hands on her again. They slid up from her abdomen, pressing firm over the lines that had been left by her corset, to her breasts, and came to cup one over each. He pressed a light kiss to the shell of her ear. "Judith, I do believe you've stacked the odds heavily in your favor."