"Pictures. Of course, if you didn't know, your lovely cousin let me take his, but that was before the four of you all got together." He had a tone to his voice that was more musical than truly spoken, like a mantra or chant. "Then again, he'd asked for it specifically. Black rope against pale white skin, his hair like ink... It looked very good, anyway." He smiled to her and took a seat on the couch, practically catlike in his grace, seemingly fluid with his every movement. He looked at her pointedly. "I want this to be about you, what you are most comfortable with. It's never erotic when someone is tense."