[ And he had every intention of showing her for however long he could this night. Memories of distant nights past resurfaced in his mind and he was curious if there was anything from those evenings could offer any pleasure for her now.

Once she had his shirt opened, Emet rested his hand on his stomach, lazily looking up at her through half closed eyes. ]

I do prefer the more 'comfortable' look. It is merely by chance that I wear the look rather well.

[ Grinning now, he held up his hand suddenly, and just long enough to snap his fingers, but not before saying: ]

A look that I think would be quite fetching on you.

[ At the sound of the snap, she would find herself very much lacking her sleeping wear top as it would have simply vanished. ]