"Oh, shut up." Because she's going to gladly disrobe the last of his clothing for him, taking her time coming back up from discarded trousers with gentle hands and kisses and nuzzles to his skin. She really doesn't understand why he should be so nervous about it; he's as strikingly handsome to her as she could ever hope for.

When she finds herself back up to his front, nearly nose to nose this time, she slides her legs around his hips, bracketing in his waist and settling herself comfortably in his lap where he's sure to feel the heat of her pressed against his pelvis.

"I think you're beautiful, too, you know." Her voice is quieter this time, hands up to the sides of his face, gentle, but sure to keep his eyes on her own. She really did mean it.