[LOOK, she's still reeling from being here, but all the while she wants to go at it with all she has. BUT HOW. HOW!!

But hold that thought. She's a little bit speechless, staring at his chest. So it turns out she severely underestimated the advantage he has over her when it comes to their height difference, in that his torso is right in her face. She's mesmerised by the magic--]

How did you...

[--do that, she wanted to ask, but her ears are burning as every part of his bare torso is before her, chiseled, muscular, marked by an intricate red tattoo.

Vietnam knew this man was going to be a lot more trouble than she thought. Quick, play it cool. She shrugs once, trying not to look too fascinated.]

I-it's...nice--well done on listening to your first command! I suppose it really was much too easy.

[She lifts an eyebrow. Keep it cool, take a deep breath, now don't think. As they had mentioned, he is hers now, so she can do this. Sen lets her hands drift over his skin, feeling the warmth underneath her fingers. And then she leans forward, as if to study his form, close, analytical, before she brushes her lips over the lines of his abdomen.]

You're a little too willing to take your shirt off.