He closes the door behind them, and begins shedding his clothing, smiling at the expression on Eunice's face; she's not the only one who's gone without for a while.  As he slides off his cloak, shirt, and trousers and drapes them on a handy chair, he drinks in the rogue's beauty, his arousal becoming apparent.  His body is not particularly muscular, but certainly fit and almost completely hairless.  In the low candlelight, the blue tint of his skin becomes slightly more pronounced; when he reaches to pull her in close for their first kiss, sparks begin to fly literally as well as figuratively, jumping from his fingertips to her bare shoulders and between his teeth when he grins.