Holding onto Angela warmly, stroking her buttocks warmly, caressing the curve his hand ran along in a slow, gentle fashion, his lips holding onto her own, enjoying the moment, wanting it to last. Timothy might sometimes try and fight that desire in him, that feel of wanting closeness. Right now, it felt there was nothing wrong with it and he sought her lips hungrily, but slowly pulled his hands back, and away. Smiling to her and nodding his head a bit. "As long as we are being honest then."<br/><br/>His hands moved to pull his coat off, then moving to tug thie shirt off. He was in a good healthy shape, not muscular but fit, and proud of his stamina even if he wasn't much of an arm-wrestler. Gazing at her once he was bare-chested, his hands moved to undo the buckle of his pants, already stepping out of his shoes. Looking at her and pushing the cloth off of him, seeming to mean to only leave the socks on his form at that time, stepping back up towards her. Hands reaching to brush down her sides to rest on her hips, trying to gently pull her up close to his bare skin, a somewhat sly look on his face as he admired her enjoyingly, a bit of mischevious desire. Playfulness.