She looked him over, walking around him slowly to take him in. "You've healed, Angel. You can feel it, I can see it on your face. The way your heart pounds, the swell of that beautiful cock of yours." Standing in front of him, she reached out to run a hand along the front of his shirt, fingers starting to work at the buttons. She felt like undressing him by hand, making him wait to be freed, wait for her to touch his skin.