"... I can just have the castle make me a new dress," she points out, slyly. "A perfect copy, even, if I want one. There's no reason this dress needs to stay intact."

"Okay."

He kisses her.

He slides his hands up her back and grabs the top of the dress on both sides and pulls it apart. Fabric tears like paper. He keeps going, adjusting his grip a few times, until there is a clean split all the way down the back of the dress from collar to hem.

"Ah," she whimpers, punctuating with another squirm. "That's unfairly hot."

Mmm then how about he kisses her again. And carefully rips apart the sleeves. There, now the dress is not attached to her in any way. It can just. Go.

She cooperates so agreeably with all steps of this plan. Especially the kissing. She is so very cooperative with that step. Whine.

Mm. That is a good sound she just made and now he would like to wrap his arms around her and kiss her passionately and also maybe destroy his clothes with magic yeah he just did that.

Oh, the removal of clothes was a fantastic idea, this much skin to skin contact is a little bit intoxicating. He feels so nice.

"Impatient, are we?" she breathes against his lips, but this is all the teasing she can get out between kisses because she's not exactly a paragon of patience herself right now.

He giggles softly. And kisses her some more.

More kissing sounds pretty good to her! And the exploration of available Siran-based surfaces. That one's important, too.

Siran has so many surfaces. And she is welcome to explore them all. Mmmm.

All of them? Goodness.

She is a little hesitant to use this power indiscriminately, she is new to the Siran-surface exploration experience.

She can take her time getting accustomed. It's not like they're going to miss any appointments because they spent too long exploring each other's surfaces. (Ivethis has some pretty lovely surfaces herself.)

She's very glad she's not being rushed to do anything, but um. Do they have to complete cartography for every surface available right now, because she's still feeling a bit impatient. See additional documentation: whine.

He giggles and kisses her and runs his hands down her back again and— "I can't help noticing you're still wearing underwear," kiss, "should I fix that," kiss.

"Yes, that," kiss, "please," she adds with a whimper.

He fixes that.

Oh look what they can do now.

Ivethis isn't doing a ton of looking, her head's nestled in the crook of Siran's neck. Touch strikes her as the primary sense she should be focusing on right now. From the sound she makes, she's pretty pleased about it. Though she would like a brief adjustment period, because this is uncharted territory.

"Mmm," he says, petting her hair. "You're so lovely."

"I feel very appreciated," she giggles into his neck. Then she adjusts herself so she can kiss him. Kissing him: important.

So important! Mmmmmmkiss.

Kiss!

"Okay." She smiles at him brilliantly.

He giggles.

"You have a nice smile," he says, and he kisses her nice smile, and then - surfaces interact. Gently. Mmmm she is so soft and warm and cozy and pretty and kissable and good.

"So do you," she murmurs, shivering a little. He's - adjectives. Positive ones. That she can't think of right now, because that part of her brain doesn't seem to adjust well to trying to be coherent in times like these.

Another part of it's working just fine, though. "But then like, does -" she is interrupted by a little whine, but perseveres, "- does anyone look at someone and say, 'you have a terrible smile'? I mean, really?"

Giggle. "You're, mm, you're so cute," he says, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling her cheek.

She nuzzles back, giggling a little and smiling.

"What, because I ask the important questions n-no one is willing to ask at very strange times?"