"I have no idea what you are referring to," he muttered absently against her shoulder, working his lips to the hollow of her throat and letting the dress finally slip from her body. It was going to wrinkle there on the floor, but he supposed that wasn't exactly his problem at the moment. Right now his concern was working up his wife a little more.
"I'm perfectly charming. Not one ounce of prat in me." Jude rested his hands against her hips, stroking his hands up her sides.
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