The sight of her glowing like that made it hard for Sam to take his eyes off her. Despite the fact that logic told him he'd seen her only the day before, had been sleeping beside her all night until he'd woken up like this, it still felt like it had been a while since he'd seen her. As if he'd gone on a trip back home, experienced everything that was in his head now, and then returned, all in the space of a few moments.
Which, he realized, might actually have happened. Except that it didn't make sense for it to have happened on such a wide scale all at the same time; it was much more likely the memories and physical changes had simply happened here overnight.
"That sounds--" he started to say, and then she continued, and he cut himself off. He gave a small huff of laughter, and then a soft groan of longing. "It feels like it's been years since I saw you, clothes or no clothes. I can't make any promises about patience." Though she knew, or at least he hoped she knew, that he wouldn't pressure her out of impatience. If she wanted him to watch her dance, that would be exactly what he'd do.
A moment later he realized what the implications of the years since he'd seen her might be, and sobered a little. "There wasn't anyone else either, just... so you know." At least, not in the new years that he'd just acquired. There had been others between the time he'd come from and the time he last remembered, but they'd already covered those.