Balfor murmured in Laurin's ear after stepping up behind her. As she had been disrobing and working her subtle magic, he had undone his breeches and let them fall to the floor. His leathers had been untied and dropped with a muffled thud in moments, as well. "That sounds like good advice," he told her as he let his hands slide over her backside in a different manner than they had when he was carrying her.<br/><br/>He took back his hands to draw his undershirt up and over his head, leaving him in nothing but the breech-cloth he had had beneath his pants. "Something like this, I take it?"<br/><br/>Balfor stood between Laurin and the fire, casting a large shadow across her body, his skin showing a different sort of glow as it was mostly tanned and weathered from being outdoors in little to no clothing. He stepped closer again and eased himself behind her once more.<br/><br/>The lure of the other couple and what they were up to made Balfor turn Laurin so that they could watch, for now, what was happening between Lon and Joli. He nuzzled Laurin's neck as his hands reaches around to caress the bustier. "And how does this come off? Hmmm?"<br/>-----<br/>8-)