Her movements do not dislodge his fingers, still enjoying the feel of her he chuckles at her fist comment, "Nothing wrong with a beautiful thief, just that her choice of clothing makes certain...events...difficult", he smiles up at her and tilts his head to her kiss.  this of course places his lips at the top of the sweet curve of her breast and he places his lips on the thin fabric that covers it and blows his heated breath through the cloth, quickly warming the spot on her breast.<br/><br/>Looking up a moment later he kisses her and he works his fingers some more, the ones at her breast able to work under the binding cloth a little more, able to stroke a bit more of her tender flesh, the one between her legs, pressing harder against the heat, the dampness becoming more.  With a quiet smile he whispers, "And tell me my lovely young thief, what could you possibly do to stop the curmudgeonly old man from complaining?"  The tone he uses is one of a playful challenge, but a challenge none the less.