Everett will help her from where she is, hands tickling over her waist and legs while he's at it. Incorrigible, this man, but playful in his smooth attentions to her, kissing her thigh as her skirt is hiked up. When she stands, puts herself in a position she finds most comfortable, Everett moves behind her. Hands smooth over her long hair, bundling it up and push it over one of her shoulders. His lips find the back of her neck then, kissing skin or faunish fluff, whatever might be there to kiss!

"You're beautiful, Iramaat," he compliments to obvious so sweetly, "Do tell me when," he likes to be courteous as much as he likes to hear now, please, right now in heated and demanding tones.