Trystan sighed, swiping the fire, making it vanish. Thoughts danced through his head. And certain thoughts made his eyes study Sam. How the new clothes he had given her hugged her body nicely. And that thought led him to look back to the couch, grinning widely. "Hey, Sam, I think I have an idea about what to do now. Of course, it includes the peeling away of clothes." He looked around the room, a devious smile on his face. "I think it's plenty warm enough here, wouldn't you agree?"