"Mm?" Harold murmured, his brain more than foggy from kissing and touching. "The dress? Oh, it's the stitching. Most definitely. I'm a sucker for well-made clothes," He teased with a grin, his eyes sparkling. His fingers continued to climb higher and slipped to her inner thigh. He traced circles, wondering if he dared himself to slip higher. Of course, this then had him slip into thoughts of what underwear she might've been wearing.
"If you could see me in any piece of clothing, what would it be huh?" He asked, leaning around to kiss her neck and then throat, moving down toward her chest.