His smile spread a little wider at her affectionate gesture, his whole expression just lit up with a wonderful mixture of love and lust. It was different to his typical desires; it was more of a slow burn, a constant want that periodically ramped itself up into a passionate need.
"I did," he conceded. "You made it very easy. Look what you've done to me," he teased a little. "Oh, come on. I lived through the age of the flapper, you know. Knees were all the rage," he chuckled, apparently giving up on first aid in favour of running his rough fingers against an exposed knee. "Anything above that, though..." his hand slid up to explore the soft skin of her thigh. "Scandalous."