Skwisgaar simply nodded and then his eyes fluttered closed as she traced up a part of his arm which was sensitive, and he took another drag of his cigarette. The sensation was wonderful, and made him crave more of the same. The smoke from his cigarette was also lovely, drawing ephemeral shapes and designs in the air before whisping away into nothing.
"Dere's only one things missing." He purred as he moved his fingertips over her shoulder and to her neck, before going down to trace the curves of the top of her breasts. "I think dats it need a musics in here. I will go and turn ons the stereos." He didn't move from his place on the rug beside her, though.
He half-wondered if he'd thought to bring the single album that Dethklok had out in this world the last time he was here. If he hadn't, he would settle for a mellow sort of guitar - perhaps Andres Segovia. The guy played a wicked grandspas guitar.