"Yes, it is a very pleasing sound indeed," he drawled the words out, and then shifted a little just to allow her to pull the material from him. She was definitely a woman who knew what she wanted. "Mm. It's very considerate of you to want to double check the quality of your work," he teased lightly.
But he couldn't keep up his teasing for long. Retaining any sort of composure was growing increasingly difficult, in fact. The smallest movements were driving him to distraction, and he pulled back as she did so that he could gaze upon her in return. He was sure he had to be giving her quite a desperate, almost pleading look by now.
"I know precisely what you mean," he agreed softly. His fingers traced up the loosened laces of her trousers, and he realised that he really was the tiniest bit anxious about undressing her. Not because he didn't want her undressed - he felt like his skin was burning for her, the need building and building within him until he was liable to snap - but because he might not do so with ease, he might fumble, ruin the moment with a lack of practised co-ordination.
That reminded him. His hand moved to touch gently at her stomach where her injury had been. "How are you?" he asked, nodding to his own hand to make it clearer what he was talking about specifically.