The fact that he could feel time alter in the room made him smile. He'd suggested the shift in time partly as a joke - he'd said those same words before to countless others who'd complained that there was never enough time to be spent with him. But this time, he meant them himself. And who else could make such a miracle happen but God herself? He let out a low, amused chuckle when she answered and showed her other costume idea, and Erik purred, "No woman who wore that sort of thing in earnest would have worn a skirt so short, but they didn't have legs so perfect. I think that's a compromise I'm willing to live with."
He leaned down just slightly into the kiss, trailing his fingers over the flouncy skirt and let them rest on her waist as she slipped up closer to him. He claimed her lips and traced his tongue along the lower one before delving just slightly further. It was likely, he figured, that God already knew his ways with women, he'd be a gentleman first, but get progressively more passionate as the night rolled on. He moved a hand to the small of her back as the kiss broke. "I would say I'm blessed," his tone was lower than usual, but soft, "but who would have blessed me with you, other than You? This is a kind of complication that I can truly enjoy in a relationship." His fingers caressed her cheek and he smiled fairly, a smile that was rare for him except for with her. "How have you been? Has the Vatican been as boring and stuffy as usual? You could suggest casual Fridays, to go along with their fish."