When she traces along his lower mark, goose bumps erupt all over his frame, his turn to shiver, his breath escaping him in a short burst when she sets about finishing the derobing process. He marvels at the sight of her hips, the sculpt of her legs.  It what feels like hours she's standing in nothing but his charm, her whole form revealed to him. He takes in all of her, from her toes to the top of her head. He tugs her softly towards the bed, eager to complete the Ritual of Ink before getting to the Ritual of Union.