He noted the changes with some concern, but simply nodded, before moving around behind her. "You should relax, let someone worship you like the goddess you are."<br/><br/>He slipped his hands around her waist, his lips caressing her neck, softly murmuring as his hands undid her dress. "Such a pity, such soft, luscious flesh, begging for attention."<br/><br/>He slipped the dress down to hang around her upper arms, revealing the swell of her large, shapely breasts, his tongue and lips moving from neck, to shoulder, and then across the back of her body, pausing to nip softly against the back of her neck, slowly moving her to the bed. "You really... should... relax. Enjoy yourself."<br/><br/>His hands moved down, rubbing her lower belly, seeing if he could get her to fully relax, let him indulge her, before drifting back up to pull her dress further down, the thin layer of fabric straining to contain her chest, held up only by her swollen, harden nipples. "Yes, you really... should... relax. Let this... mortal show you... why you are a goddess among uncaring plebeians."<br/><br/>His lips moved to her neck, his breath rushing across her skin, before quite deliberately biting her throat, aware he was taking a massive risk, but he hoped he had stroked her fires enough to get her to let him pleasure her. If it worked, he would thank Arixia when he got back.<br/><br/>(Diplomacy = d20+0 [20])