Ingrid felt the warmth of his body still clinging to the inside of his coat, and his scent was intoxicating to her. She hadn't really been that cold, but she wasn't about to turn down his coat, either, given how exposed her shoulders, arms and bosom were in this dress. His hands rubbed vigorously up and down her body, no doubt with the innocent purpose of warming her up...but its effect was far more than innocent.<br/><br/>She squirmed around in his grip so she was facing him again, and the sight of him in his crisp white shirt did nothing to dim the fires that were starting to be stoked once again within her.<br/><br/>"Thank you, my lord," she whispered. "With your coat now, I could stay out all night under the stars."