Despite the fact she'd just hit him across the face, Paddy found that it was easy to forget who this girl was, who her father was, what she was capable of when they were in a situation like this. When he was pressed as close to her as was comfortable, her hand on his trousers, his own hands working to finish unbuttoning the shirt she wore. Part of him wished he hadn't dropped the knife now, but instead he just tugged at the bindings until she came free, his hands finding her instantly.
"Mmm, and you smell gorgeous," He murmured, burying his face into her neck and inhaling as if to prove his point. He kissed down to her shoulder, moving the material a little way to get better access. "I want them because they cost. As much as you're worthy of such grandeur, I'd rather keep them for myself." He was unbuttoning his own shirt now, letting it hang open and leaving it there as he went back to focusing on her chest. "Surely you can't begrudge me that?"