Right now, he's really appreciative of the fact she's almost naked, and equally appreciative of her ability to get him naked really fast. The phasing off of his clothes is a more familiar feeling than the phasing through walls, though it still makes him laugh with exhilaration at the thrill of it - before he gasps at the nails raking down his back, his own digging into her waist in instinctive reaction. He's always very careful, though, not to mark her, because that just wouldn't be polite with another man's wife.
He's absolutely fine with being marked himself, though. Especially today.]
Fuck, Kitty, yeah, more! [Pressing his body against her, skin smarting deliciously from her nails, making him feel alive.]