*merrily* Not at all. Your eyes are on me. *briefly closes his eyes, the movement of the brush tickling his skin* And I hardly think another mirror could be more complimentary. *opens his eyes again, his gaze nothing short of naked lust as it rakes down your body*
*sits up carefully, taking care not to disturb you in the slightest until the moment his hands are in your hair, twisting long strands tightly around his fingers as he kisses you, murmuring* You may be onto something. Shall I make you dress again, too?