Erik's knuckles are white where he grips the sheets as she pushes her dress down and off. With trembling hands he shrugs out of his shirt and jacket, trying to ignore his own discomfort in favour of admiring the exquisite form in front of him.
The lingerie, however, boggles his mind. It's beautiful, of course, and flatters her figure perfectly, but it looks... complicated. "No laughter, only admiration. Both at your beauty and your ability to operate those lovely underthings."