Slipping the glass from her hand, cradling it with the other in one hand he lower them to the floor at the end of the divan, setting near the bottle.  Turning back around from that he moves his hands to either side of her face, holding her so gently she could scarcely feel the touch, then slowly moves then down the side of her neck, tracing the line of her collar bones out to the edge of her sleeves, then back to her center, tracing the soft flesh that is allowed escape from her bodice.<br/><br/>Looking at her face he smiles and quietly says, "You are quite the beautiful woman, I would ask to see more of you."