[And more approval now, his lips turning upward even as he leans down first, breath fanning over her collarbone.] Wouldn't dream of denying you.
[With that he retreats, toeing off his boots because he'd also never dream of violating a lady's rules. Then goes the coat; the shirt he'll keep for now. A second later and he reclines on the sofa, one leg bent up against the back and the other hanging over the side, plenty of room for her between. His arms also rest similarly, relaxed and waiting.]