Merlin took Luna's hand and brought it to his lips to kiss it. "My lady," he said, and keeping hold of her fingers, lead her up the stairs to the third floor, and through to his bedroom. He'd been going to just have his way with her in the stacks but... he'd changed his mind, deciding he'd rather have the more intimate confines of his boudoir. He drew her in close and then spun her out, and the zip at the back of her dress came down with a soft breath of air down Luna's back.
"I was half expecting a new image on your skin," he said, having not noticed any differences aside from the healed scars. "No black cats or witches on broomsticks?"