"Oh, this old thing?" Kami grinned impishly as she lifted one hand and hooked a single finger under one of the camisole's thin straps to shift it a bit. Another strap, this one white with tiny pink dots, stood revealed; he should have known a figure like that required a bra until the last minute. She let the thin lace snap back into place and pushed herself up with one elbow so she could better watch him, close and comfy, faces a hands-breadth apart. "Why, thank you, Mr. Dufraisne," she murmured.
Dropping her eyes a bit, she studied his chest from beneath lowered eyelashes and it was almost passable as a demure, ashamed look. Except the situation of him naked in her apartment pretty much negated any sort of claim to delicate innocence. "I couldn't resist looking," she admitted and a giggle followed the words almost immediately as she lifted her gaze to meet his again. "You hand something like that over and I had to see what was in it."
Kami gave him a frank look of assessment, no hesitation this time as her eyes roamed his naked skin. Suddenly, she lifted a hand to trace two fingers over the scar at his shoulder, light as thought and twice as teasing. "So you're a bondsman," she continued. "Like a bounty hunter, right? Did you get this from someone even more dangerous than you are?"
Words and touch ended at the same time and, while her fingers rested just barely on his skin, she met his eyes with interest and warmth.