Quentin smiled when Zoey reacted to the promise of a bath, though whether this was through feeling her gleeful shiver or by some unlikely coincidence it was hard to tell. Regardless his arms dropped from her and let her rise and leave. Her departure gave his eyes a chance to watch her retreating, sore backside; a rather welcome image, and for her a sensation she was getting used to. It might even feel strange being deprived of the sensation, but Quentin struggled to think of a time when he would resist the sight and so perhaps she would not be deprived of the feel of eyes on her rump for a long while yet.<br/><br/>With Zoey gone Quentin tried to pick at some of the food, but his hunger was faded so pick at it was all he did. A little of this and a little of that. Nothing grabbed his fancy even after testing most of it, so he made a slight attempt to tidy it (but left most of the work for Zoey, or perhaps some other member of the household) before rising from bed.<br/><br/>He stretched his hands high, which resulted in riling the tension in him and in turn making him yawn widely. After that he felt far better and he swiftly went through his wardrobe in search of something to wear; he already knew his plans for the day, so it didn't take long to pick out an appropriate shirt and trousers, both of which were neat but far from his finest cut. He layed them on the foot of his bed and turned his attentions to a second wardrobe, this one laden with clothes for Zoey. It hadn't seen much use, but it was well stocked, albeit with few items the girl might have picked through choice. Certainly a great many of them would never have gone on Zoey the Noblegirl, for although they were mostly pretty, well made pieces, they were also all there to entertain a man's eye rather than protect a woman's modesty. Perhaps this was why Quentin found himself going through them personally, imagining Zoey in - and indeed halfway out of - each.<br/><br/>The most immediately eye-catching, of those that were suitable to take her out in, and the ones that he plucked from their place were a long pair of stockings, black, and a suitably short skirt to cover the patch of skin on her upper thighs that would otherwise be left bare. There was a white shirt to go with it too, and he carefully took the time to pick off the top few buttons, so that it simply would not hang shut above the bottom of her chest... Or so he predicted. In his minds eye he saw it flaring out, covering her nipples but revealing ample cleavage. In the rather proper town it would draw many eyes, but should not reflect badly on him.<br/><br/>He lay this out on the bed alongside his own, as well as pulling a few pairs of shoes over for her to pick from (he cared little which she wore.) Zoey returned from running the bath and he waved a hand toward it. "We are going out once we are clean. I have decided to visit the workshop, primarily to oversee things but I have my own space and an idea for a project I need your help with. It follows along the same lines as that small vibrating gadget I made - bring that with you when we go, won't you? - and it will work all the better with a test subject." He stepped up to her then and caught her around the waist. She felt herself pulled forward into his chest and then his lips were claiming hers for a fervent moment. "And besides." He concluded, once he was done tasting her mouth. "I would welcome the company. How goes my bath?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>