Ah, and there was the problem with his wanting to save everyone. He had a hard time letting go and realising sometimes he needed to put himself first. Belle could handle the interruptions, and the effects it had on her, but it was hard to watch Nox suffering sometimes when there was nothing he could do or his help wasn't wanted.
There was a simple answer to her heating up. If there was less clothing he could handle it better, and oh look, he ever suggested the loss of clothing himself. "I think you might be right." She replied, smiling slightly, her opinion of that fine bulge against her shining in her eyes. Moving back up to straddle him, Belle started to undo his shirt, starting at the bottom and pressing her lips to the skin she exposed as she went. It was once the top buttons were undone and she spread the shirt that something else caught her attention. Her name. On his chest. Tattooed it seemed. She paused, running her fingers over it. "What- When did you have this done?" She asked in surprise.