The shirt is easy enough to dispose of, although the buttons cannot be undone quickly enough for Gale's taste. His skin is flushed beneath the simple cotton, a heat that's spreading rapidly down his chest.

There is something about the way that her kiss tastes -- something bitter and sharp, but something that he thinks he would like to taste more of. How strange. His hands find band of her bra, and he pauses.

"-- is this all right?" He has to ask.