"You know me well enough by now, Ser Aurin," and she loved to roll his name on her tongue like a hard candy, like a forbidden treat that was sweet on the lips, "to know that I like a challenge."
His careful attentions to her leathers were noted with a vaguely amused smirk, but she humoured him, sweeping her clever fingers across his shoulders, through his hair, playing across his skin like she might with a deck of cards. A slight arch to her back, a bit of cool air pulled into her lungs, things that presented her chest to Aurin and leaned her weight into him - subtle touches that were an art unto themselves. Az was next to naked under the leathers, a fact that was increasingly obvious, but she was in herself no hurry, bowing her head to brush her lips across the point of Aurin's ear.
"No need whatsoever. Let's take our time, shall we?"