It was not precisely permission, but it was close enough for Dantalion. He hopped through the window, intrigued and amused by how the dream had twisted. He had been rather hoping to be rid of his own manufactured clothes and get on with the seduction, but Sadie's alarm urged caution rather than aggression. Perhaps she hadn't yet been entranced by an incubus after all.
Perhaps.
Turning Sadie swiftly from sight of the newly-populated glass, Dantalion wrapped his arms around her, gentle but firm--pressed against her back but not touching her otherwise, and respecting her modesty as best one could, when one was embracing a nude woman. The sleeves of his velvet coat helped her to cover her breasts, and his hands tucked away neatly beneath the froth of lace at his cuffs. He was a demon, not a human; base physical reaction was not a problem, even with the bare cleft of her cheeks pressed against him.
"There, not while I'm here," he murmured in soothing promise, head bent to put his lips near her ear. "No one can see you now." Curiosity met opportunity; glancing up at the room that existed within Sadie's mind, he asked, "Are you alone in here? Is there anyone else with you that might see?"