Well, what an interesting turn. Merlin raised an eyebrow, assessing her a bit more closely now.
"It's a starting point for negotiation," he said, reaching out to run his fingertips across her bare shoulder. "That top is so tight it looks painted on." He leaned forward to slide his jacket off and place it neatly to the side, then loosen his tie and the top few buttons of his shirt. He did not want his suit getting crushed.
His hand went to the gap of skin at her midriff, running around to the back to encourage her closer to him. "I am ashamed to admit my father was an incubus. It has made me an extremely lustful man..."