He bowed his back, encouraging her to tug his shirt off. The act made his hair stick out in a million different directions. He put a hand up to try and smooth it down.
It was on his tongue to say something corny, like all the other women he'd slept with had been practice until he got to her, but he bit it back. Dresden wasn't the most sentimental sap, so Dex would have to take credit for something like that. He thought it was better left unsaid.