Lust filled the room to the brink of frustration. It was sweet torture. Torture that slowly started to restore him. Eyes shifted to Kytana and her battle with what was far too many layers of clothes. He released Micha for a moment to give the other woman an appreciative look. A lick of his lips as a display of just how much he wanted her to succeed.
Meanwhile, Micha's robes were just as much in the way. His fingers had started to work on the knots. Oh. So. Slowly. He drew the older Jedi back into a kiss when the knots were finally undone.