The buttons go flying through the air, some scattering directly onto the floor, others pinging off the walls first. The shirt gets discarded, and he lets out a little sound, somewhere between a muted scream and a shuddering moan.  He always did love it when she was rough with him.<br/><br/>Soon, he felt her hands, and then, her lips on him. It brought more shudders from him, and while yes, he probably should be alarmed by how she was, at best, room temperature, and he couldn't hear her breathing, he... really didn't know how to comprehend that. He's never believed in supernatural things, nor shown much interest in it. And he also had other things to focus on right now.<br/><br/>He relaxes, falling backwards against the mattress of the bed, and looks up at her. The confusion and anxiety that he had previously had etched into his face was melting away, turning back into a happy looking and quite excited smile.   His hands were sliding down to his pants, not even bothering to undo the leather belt that usually held them up, he was just wiggling out of them, and it would soon leave him in nothing more than a navy blue pair of boxer-briefs, and black socks.