"Mm, well, don't worry. We'll get rid of it later," he teased. "Let them stare," he told her, apparently unconcerned with the other patrons. He felt so wrapped up in her, he'd barely noticed what was going on around them.
"Yeah..." he admitted, just knowing that he was giving her ideas for later. He enjoyed the rest of her story, smirking a little as he pictured it. Hell, he could hardly blame the guy. "Jesus, Knightly," he murmured. "Torture is right... exquisite torture. You're more than anyone could be expected to handle."