He swallowed again, voice wavering as he replied, hands moving up and down over her bare sides, trembling slightly as he stroked her skin. "You do, my dear, my goddess, you most certainly do." He told her, hands moving up and down over her again, cupping and stroking and devouring her with his eyes, her skin white in the pale moonlight, a silver spirit against the black wood of the tree in the patchwork grey gardens.