Thankfully, the costume change left his knife in the pocket of his tunic. He pulls it out with his left hand, levering it open as he pulls the back of the dress straight and away from her back with his right hand.

He cuts down through the remaining fastenings quick and practical, before snapping the knife shut and pocketing it again. Still, once it's pocketed, he runs his hands around over the soft layer of her slip. He presses a kiss lightly to her spine, just below her shoulder-blades, before letting her go.

"There're worse places to lounge."