"I have a reputation to uphold," Owen reminded her with a soft snicker. His gaze drifted to where her hand had unbuttoned her top and he smiled lazily before batting her hand away to do the rest of the buttons for her. "Not needing a written invitation... just quick, verbal approval will do just nicely." He really wanted to just rip the thing off of her, but Owen took his time, waiting until the last button was finished before he moved his hands into the uniform to push it apart and expose her skin. His palms brushed over her stomach and ribs and he looked at her. "I promise I won't keep askin' if you're okay, but... if it starts to get uncomfortable for you, I want you to tell me."