His eyes met hers, and he thought about the question for a moment. Really, he knew the answer even before she asked it, but it was a question that deserved consideration. It was interesting that brown eyes could be softer than most, and his were no exception - a stark contrast from the hard man they belonged to. There was no doubt that he wanted her right here, right now. Nothing was complicated about this. Nothing should be.

With a brief nod, he pulled off his t-shirt and flicked it to the ground. His torso was well muscled and not as scarred as one might think from a lifetime of fighting. It was the regenerative ability he had from his vampiric blood. There were a few scars, sure, from when he had been unable to get to his serum or to any blood quickly enough to heal cleanly.

In further wordless answer to her, he stepped forward and slid his hands up under her shirt. The feel of her skin against his was amazing. It had been too long since he'd held a woman, felt her move against him. For several moments, he just let his hands roam up her back and down along her sides. It was cool, and pleasant. Instinct pulled him closer to her again. She was of the night, and the night was in him. After those moments of just feeling her, he started to slide her shirt up and over her head, his fingers deftly unclasping her bra as they went over that part.

"Yeah. I do."