Here's a slight tilt of the head sent her way.

Slowly now: "Did you have... something else in mind?"

He didn't have time to register her dress before, but since she's stepped back a bit he finds his gaze drawn to the dip of that neckline and remembers how light the fabric was beneath his hands.

Closing that gap between them with a step of his own, one hand coming up to trace fingers over the bare skin of her arm. "I'd hate to disappoint." Teasing, teasing.