Good. Xan did far too much thinking anyway. Once she shut her brain off and stopped worrying, she'd have a far better time.

Hyacinthe tugged her top off, pulling it over her head and tossing it onto his desk. "Blessed Elua," he said, pausing a moment just to admire her. D'Angelines rushed neither enjoyment nor appreciation of beauty--which meant that yes, he even took a moment to look at her bra, fingers delicately tracing the lace as it curved over her breasts. "Is it rude to say I've been looking forward to this view all evening?" he asked, gaze still fixed on her chest. "For I have. And am well-rewarded for my patience."