He chuckled, and without thinking he placed his hands on her upper arms and rubbed them lightly before he kissed her again. He could feel the scars under his palms, and for a moment he regretted having done that. But if she said nothing about it, neither would he.
"Come through to the kitchen and I will prepare us supper," he said, letting her go and stepping back, leaving his clothes on the floor where he'd dropped them.
Luna intentionally put herself in front of Merlin to lead the way to the kitchen, so that he could watch her bare arse framed with its garters, the heels she was still wearing causing a little extra swing in her hips. (Though, in all honesty, she was putting it on a bit to improve the show.)
In the kitchen, Luna asked, “do anything exciting in my absence?”
"Not exceptionally." Merlin had been quite happy to watch the swing in her step, but in reaching the kitchen he went to the pantry to find some pastries he'd put away specially. "The muse Thalia is back in New York. She is a good friend, and we've been catching up somewhat. She works in my club, really livens the place up. I'm sure you will enjoy her when you meet her." And he was sure they would meet. Luna had a talent for charming the gods. He placed the pastries on the table, along with a bowl of grapes and two glasses for the wine he went to retrieve. "Pinot noir or sauvignon blanc?"